Levantine is an Aleppine Londoner. She collects languages, adores making things, relishes fast-moving vehicles and sleeps badly. When not drowning in Medicine, she writes, occasionally works in art and loves to cook. Somehow she finds herself teaching – an occupation with which she has a love-hate relationship.
The more she learns, the more she realises how much she doesn’t know. Her list of ‘to give up’ habits is under constant audit and review. She hates mockery and mocking, in all its forms. She has realised – the hard way – that silence is truly golden. Her ultimate aim in life is to achieve equilibrium. Having actually grasped it once or twice, she’s quickly discovered that – as with strengthened muscles – the difficulty is not in its attainment, but its maintenance.
Readers are warned that Levantine has a severe allergy to all forms of sophistry, and strives to decontaminate her world from all traces of this ugly disease.
Presently, her perfect day is a bitterly cold and clear November evening antidoted with warm wrappings, a pair of arms and hot black-peppered soup.
Heaven is decidedly green and speaks to the olfactory tract in jasminium sambac.
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