The novelist Ernest Hemingway reckoned that his greatest story consisted in its entirety of just 6 words: “For Sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.“
Thus he unknowingly issued a challenge that continues to inspire many generations later. A 2012 author won with the oblique: No taxidermist loved his daughter more
Then there’s the intriguing: See that shadow? It’s not yours.
Or how about the social commentary: The modern fairytale: frog; snog; sprog
Alexander McCall Smith contributed: Humorous book. Critic died laughing. Sued.
I rather like the potential behind this: Megan’s baby. John’s surname. Jim’s eyes.
Photograph © Toby York, 2011
Sermon for a Solemn Requiem for the Revd Prebendary Gerard Irvine (1920-2011). Preached on Saturday 1st October 2011 at St Matthew’s Westminster
‘You are here to kneel where prayer has been valid.’
Little Gidding I. 45-46, by T. S. Eliot
You will not be surprised, I’m sure, if I tell you that this sermon has been for me the source of, not inconsiderable, anguish. And that anguish is still there today, in spite of the sense of pride and privilege that I feel in the knowledge that Gerard himself, albeit posthumously, has requested that I preach it.