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The Snoopy School of Living

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  Countless books offer advice on how to live well. There are philosophers to consult, gurus to follow, podcasts to endure, and self-help manuals to buy. Some people have made a very comfortable living by explaining how we should organise our lives. Snoopy, in a four-panel Peanuts graphic, has reduced the whole business to four short instructions. First, learn from yesterday. Sensible enough. Experience is a wonderful teacher, although some of us seem determined to keep repeating the examination until we finally get the answer right. Then live for today. An admirable principle, provided we don’t interpret it as an invitation to spend tomorrow’s rent. Snoopy, however, appears to have grasped the difference between living in the present and worrying about the future. He demonstrates it by dancing, and Woodstock joins in. Next, look to tomorrow. Because, after all, we are not supposed to become so absorbed in the present that we forget there is a tomorrow. Even Snoopy has some n...
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Russell Brand - Leaving the Past Behind

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On Monday, 9th November, 2026, a judge at Southwark Crown Court sentenced Russell Brand to ten years and six months in prison. The previous Thursday, a jury had convicted him of raping one woman and sexually assaulting three others between 2004 and 2009. It cleared him on two further rape charges and one of attempted indecent assault. He had denied all charges. His barrister told the court that Brand is ‘a fundamentally different person today and has been for a very long time’. That sentence holds my whole question. What does it mean to be a different person, and who gets to say so? I have no intention of reading Brand's soul. The Church has never asked me to, and Bishop Arun Arora is right to warn against the attempt : people often find faith in a crisis, and nobody is beyond redemption. Brand’s search was long, too. He passed through Buddhism, the Hare Krishna movement, and the Twelve Steps well before anyone accused him of anything. A real hunger for God is entirely possibl...
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"If Only" at Nine O’clock

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On a fruit fly, the wisdom of hindsight, and the tidiest regret on record.  We are obsessed with time. We optimise our mornings, track our sleep, and read the latest advice on how to add ten years to our lives. Experts forecast the future with great confidence, but the future keeps arriving uninvited. Behind it all lies a quiet wish we should have known sooner: which job to take, which warning to heed, and which people to hold on to while we could. Yet the clearest statement of the problem I have come across belongs to a creature with a single day to live. The Fruit Fly Snoopy has been talking to a fruit fly, which is more than many of us manage with our neighbours. He reports the conversation to Woodstock with a small, contented smile. Some of these creatures, it seems, live only twenty-four hours. This one had a single regret, which he expressed with the composure of someone who has seen the end of the day: “I wish I knew at nine o’clock what I know now.” Consider the econo...
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Dancing in the Leaves: Snoopy and the Gift of an Ordinary Afternoon

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This autumn's news is much like every autumn's. Wars drag on, prices climb, politicians quarrel, and the experts cannot agree whether the end will come by fire, flood, or algorithm. We scroll, we worry, and we go to bed feeling that someone ought to be doing something about it. Yet for Snoopy...   The Dance Goes On Snoopy is wonderfully subversive. The world is full of people who need a cause, a campaign, a grievance, or at least a strong opinion about the state of civilisation. Snoopy needs a pile of leaves. He dances in it, throws himself about with abandon, and finally announces, “I’m hooked on autumn!” Those who know him will know he’s hooked on all the seasons. We have made happiness an extraordinarily complicated business. We pursue it through self-fulfilment, personal development, lifestyle choices, and the careful cultivation of our own importance. Snoopy finds it in the garden, courtesy of a season he did not invent and a tree that has not consulted him about it...
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An Obligation to Our Feet

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  On the meaning of life, the wisdom of hindsight, and the necessity of dancing. Snoopy has been thinking. A dangerous habit for a beagle and a ruinous one for a philosopher. In one cartoon he tells Woodstock about a fruit fly with twenty-four hours to live, whose only regret is that it didn’t know at nine o’clock what it knows at the day’s ending. In another, wearing a scoutmaster’s hat, he leads a troop of small birds up a hill in search of an objective and, when one asks a question, confesses that he has no idea what the meaning of life is. In the third and fourth images, the world is falling apart, and he dances. Lucy is baffled. Surely, she feels, there are graver matters to attend to. Side by side, the four contain a fairly complete theory of the human condition. We climb hills without knowing why. We gain the wisdom to understand the climb only when the daylight starts to fail. Throughout, we have to decide whether we can enjoy ourselves before someone explains the whole b...
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The Orange Plague: When Satire Becomes Spectacle

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Six weeks without a post. Illness and family troubles have kept me occupied with the inconvenient business of being a human being. I had hoped to spend my time arguing about the state of the world, rather than being reminded of my own small place in it. Unfortunately, Providence has a habit of interrupting one's plans without first consulting one's editorial calendar. But I am back, and have an article to prove it. I trust the world has managed to muddle along without my assistance, though I cannot guarantee that it has improved in my absence. Normal service, such as it is, resumes below.  Apologies to the Cressie and Lain for the images. One fears you may both be overcome by an attack of the vapours! Introduction One doesn’t expect to find a statue of a naked, golden Donald Trump inside the European Parliament. Yet, for three days earlier this month, there he sat in all his glory in Strasbourg. A gilded figure more than two and a half metres tall, covered in 23-carat gold leaf...
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