The Second Discourseman
On the day after the death of Prince Philip, I was quietly watching coverage of the 41-gun salute taking place around the country, when my friend entered with a look of concern. “You alright?” Yes, I was fine. A short while later: “Are you sure you’re okay?” I was somewhat bemused; I knew that as a staunch monarchist I was an anomaly in my student house, but it hadn’t crossed my mind that a little sombre reflection would come across as unusual, considering the previous day’s news. The enquiry was kind, yet in a way misplaced. This was not my personal grief, but rather a small act of sharing in the mourning of a nation, for a man who had served it well.
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