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Index: Noted elsewhere

· In Rathcoole, a fear of the Taigs in the dark.

The “Taigs” were Catholics. Though Mitchell didn’t know any, and his parents held no bias, the Taigs became the bogeymen of his boyhood. And, gradually, “the fear of the bogeyman turned to hatred”.

· Reporters lost in a fog of radioactivity data.

As a science reporter I love the metric system, but I do wonder if the public can easily understand that a change in radiation from 5 millisieverts per hour to 1,000 microsieverts per hour is actually a five-fold decrease in exposure rates?

· Lionel Trilling’s bright lights, big city, mutated people.

“Historians of European culture are in substantial agreement,” Trilling said, that with the emergence of society, “something like a mutation in human nature took place.”

· Obscure eggheads: ‘ If power corrupts, then lack of power corrupts absolutely’.

But money is certainly not the only coin in which the modern intellectual likes to be paid. There is, after all, nothing quite like celebrity, and proximity to power can easily become for an intellectual in search of renown what a candle is for a moth. If, as they say, power corrupts, then lack of power corrupts absolutely.

· The Japanese choice: panic or progress?

What the Japanese earthquake has proved is that even the oldest containment structures can withstand the impact of one of the largest earthquakes in recorded history.

· Nine books on ‘quakes that will fall off your shelves.

For as long as we have experienced seismicity, we have written about it, going back to the Book of Acts.

· Solid facts for shaky journalists writing about seismic catastrophes.

I am writing this text (Mar 12) to give you some peace of mind regarding some of the troubles in Japan, that is the safety of Japan’s nuclear reactors. Up front, the situation is serious, but under control. And this text is long! But you will know more about nuclear power plants after reading it than all journalists on this planet put together.

A cure for poets facing the ‘disabling embarrassment of being alive’.

The true glory is that after death there is an absolute division, an unbridgeable gulf, between the man who grunts and snivels and prevaricates and procrastinates, and the writer who prophesies.

· Violence in the Old West? Only when the government marched in.

The civil society of the American West in the nineteenth century was much more peaceful than American cities are today, and the evidence suggests that in fact the Old West was not a very violent place at all. History also reveals that the expanded presence of the U.S. government was the real cause of a culture of violence in the American West.

· The bad taste of acrimony in a debate over genetically-modified food.

It is indeed a pity that several aspects of debate in this country on genetically modified (GM) crops and foods have adopted the adversarial approach rather than a consensual one.

· ‘The Walking Dead’: Still dead, still ungrateful, still trucking.

The zombie keeps on: it’s what he does.

· College admissions: Why blight the hopes of 10,000 kids when you can blight the hopes of 25,000?

In my ideal world, each great university would seek the student body best fitted to make use of its resources, its community life and its idiosyncratic ways of doing things. The admissions frenzy would die down, and we’d be able to worry about the big issues — the real-world ones that affect the vast majority of young Americans who don’t attend selective colleges.

For Marvell, think Bernie Sanders with a growing ‘vegetable love’.

Imagine if the most cunning and cosmopolitan poet of our era—John Ashbery, say—were a progressive US senator from a small state far from Los Angeles, New York, or Washington, along the lines of Bernie Sanders. Envision, too, that this poet/politician hides out in the margins of his poems, such that his angle on any subject, philosophical, religious, or political, atomizes into irreconcilable fragments—except that he also writes fierce, polemical pamphlets, though often without signing his name to them, and maneuvers under threat of exposure and censure.

· Newman’s quiet canonisation: no stigmata, please. We’re British.

A study which, from its rueful opening anecdote about Cornwell’s first visit as a seminarian to Newman’s then very quiet grave, strives to paint a full and fair picture of an extremely talented, driven, passionate human being.

· Arthur Green and ‘the possibilities and limits of Jewish theology’.

You distinguish my views from earlier Jewish notions of an abstract deity by saying that I “flatly deny” divine transcendence. Nothing could be farther from the truth.