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We were Oscar Wilde’s great-grand-nephews, dandy aesthetes obsessed as much with the curl of our hair as with art or politics.
Peter is no longer here to tell us the truth of the matter.
Fred Willard was a kind of Holy Fool even among fools.
Most of us are distant spectators to the roped-off paintings that line the museums inside our aesthetic imaginations. Some of the pieces have been removed; others don’t have appropriate labels.
Scruton did not entertain petty prejudices, and had no wish to tell anyone how to live or who to love.
He had the gift of producing them by inverting or adapting cliché to give it new life.
David Gibson has not lived to see the end of this distressing saga. In late 2018, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and, on November 16 of this year, he passed away aged 65.