We are two part-time academics. Ellen teaches in the English department and Jim in the IT program at George Mason University.
Tuesday we went to Oxford to meet one of Ellen’s net friends, who showed us around. We started off in Christ Church Meadows. Friendly cows grazed a short walk from the railway station and the shopping mall.
We walked down to the Thames
and walked along the riverside. The Thames is a much used river. People in punts, people sculling,
and waterbirds, too.
From the river, one can see colleges across Christ Church Meadows. The dreaming spires of the nineteenth century, more or less as Jude saw them.
But Oxford is no longer a nineteenth century town.
Nor is the university the nineteenth century university. Some things remain, though. We passed All Souls’ College. The gates were locked against us and all the world beside.
The lawn is freshly mowed, immaculately manicured and the locked gates had been freshly gilded.
We walked on to the Bodleian. There’s gorgeous vaulting in "Duke Humphries Library." the Divinity School.
One of the statues over the door has been beheaded. Maybe during the Civil War? [Update: Waugh in comments below suggests this was a Reformation gesture, he also corrects the location]
On to Merton College. We walked through Mob Quad. This was the model for the college quadrangle with staircases off it.
As we passed the chapel, we stared at the gargoyles.
Then on to Christ Church, which charges admission (can charge admission because portions of the Harry Potter movies were shot there). Christ Church is not just a college, it’s the cathedral as well. In the cathedral, there are stained glass windows by Burne-Jones. This is Saint Cecilia:
in which are recounted various episodes in the hagiography complete with latin inscriptions: hic angelus … sanctam ceciliam docet.
And finally to the quadrangle of Christ Church. Much larger than those of other colleges, dominated by Tom Tower and centered on Mercury, the fountain into which 1920’s hearties used to throw aesthetes.
The quadrangle was guarded by a fierce proctor. When we sat on the low wall between the path and the grass (where cloisters would have been, had Wolsey’s plan been followed), he bellowed at us to get up. A slight cloud over our Oxford tour.
We followed on to the Ashmolean, then to Somerville, then to a pub. We looked in at the Eagle and Child, but it was full of Tolkien tourists (we saw a great crowd of them taking pictures of the sign before going in), so we crossed the street to the Lamb and Flag.
An evening concert in the chapel of Exeter College rounded the day off.
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Posted by: Jim
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