The Story Sindbad the sailor said: ‘I was born wealthy in the city of Baghdad and wanted for nothing. I spent my wealth as if it were an endless spring without a thought for the future. But one day the spring ran dry and, almost without noticing, I became poor. Whilst I wondered about what to do I recalled some lines of poetry that adv...

I told my Uncle as he drank his tea That our class is doing Philosophy. ‘Is that wise?’ he said, frowning down at me. ‘Wise is what philosophy’s supposed to be’ I replied, helpfully. ‘It’s dangerous’ he said, ‘actually’. I was stunned. How could this be? My uncle murmured: &lsq...