Visited the Museum of the History of Science in Oxford on Thursday to discuss the residency I’m doing there in May. The director’s office in a steep climb to the summit of the building, a tall room with inky curtains whose pelmets half hide the cupola of the Bodleian Library next door. I remark how awful to be overlooked and he sighed, acknowledging that it cast an imposing shadow and was built before Wren had really got into his stride.
