Author Archives: L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

About L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

Past President, Mississippi Masonic Hall Inc.; Past Master (by demit) of Mississippi Lodge No. 147, A.F. and A.M., G.R.C. (in Ontario) Chartered by the Grand Lodge of Canada July 20, 1861; Don, Devonshire House, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario; Juris Doctor, Dalhousie Law School, Halifax, Nova Scotia; Bachelor of Arts (Philosophy), Glendon Hall, York University, Toronto, Ontario; Old Boy (House Captain, Regimental Sgt. Major, Prefect and Head Boy), St. Andrew's College, Aurora, Ontario.

Where does the time go!

No doubt, my dear Reader, you have noted that the legend of this particular monologue is not a question.  It is an exclamation.  Mind you, I suppose that, upon even modest analysis, it is self-evident that our 3-hour luncheon today (precisely from 11:30 am – 2:30 pm) is rationale enough for the idle ejaculation.  What made it all the more timely (or, should I say, ill-timed) was that our confab at table, though hardly rambunctious, was ripe with pleasantries, whimsical barbs, insightful swipes, comic assertions, wry recollections and heartfelt reactions. And coincidentally it was a birthday celebration. That alone constitutes a serendipitous reference to the fleeting allusion.

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Anticipation

The difference between anticipation and impatience is what makes the one thrilling, the other unnerving. I suppose there are many things to be said against both anticipation and impatience – you know, how it is better just to “live in the moment”, “qué serà serà” and how dreadful it is to be constantly restless and yearning. But impatience in my opinion has anticipation in the dust!

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Nancy Noodles and Bog Dog

Unexpectedly this morning I received a telephone call from my ancient friend Bird in Halifax, Nova Scotia. She was one of the first people whom I met when I landed at Dalhousie law school fifty-six years ago; and – as I was reminded – she was among the last to see me go back to Upper Canada upon graduation to pursue my career. She alluded to our mutual South Pacific friend Cowie (an erstwhile professor of law) who, like Bird, was among the first and last of my friendships at law school. Bird said she and Cowie waved goodbye to me (and my fiancée) at the airport. It was a long, long time ago.

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The middle of March

Given that Friday, March 20, 2026, 10:46 a.m. Northern Hemisphere · Eastern Time is the first day of spring, the vista today has a contrastingly frigid emergence as the dwindling snowbanks are cemented in the sub-zero temperatures and yesterday’s pools of water on the balcony are hardened. On the river’s edge, secluded from the brisk northeast wind, a flock of Canada geese retreats among the spires of cattails. When they fly, the geese are low-level, seemingly intent upon landing immediately again. The river glistens, illuminated by the blurred sunlight through the grey clouds. Sunday morning CBC FM ecstatically proclaims les Voix du Monde while the white and tawny colours of the fields lend the likeness of a sacramental runner upon the altar.

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Today’s scenery

Whether awakening today within the shadow of Table Mountain, whether enjoying the arresting view of a late winter snowfall or whether transfixed by the image of a tall ship on the sea, the inspiring impression beneath the surface is the coming of spring. It is Nature’s own arousal. Naturally it is a northern hemisphere progression, a cycle punctuated by an email from the South Pacific in which my dear friend Pierre in New Zealand wryly noted, “Beautiful sunny autumn day today, 21°C”. Nonetheless in true Bertie Wooster fashion, the brilliantly sunny day evokes a naughty but innocent Boomps-a-Daisy character. We can never totally control our vantage of the perspective; but we can always control our perspective of the vantage.

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Apple-pie order (the car vacuum)

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In Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, the phrase “apple-pie order” is used to describe the meticulously organized books and records kept by the Company’s chief accountant at the Central Station. The accountant keeps his books in “apple-pie order”—meaning perfectly arranged, neat, and in flawless condition—despite the surrounding “muddle” of the station, which includes disorganized buildings, decaying machinery, and brutal colonial violence. Marlow respects the accountant’s dedication to his work as a form of “backbone,” yet this obsession with order highlights a profound moral detachment. The accountant focuses entirely on his books, complaining that the groans of a dying, sick agent interrupt his work, while ignoring the larger human tragedy surrounding him.

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The perfect egg

Whether it features soup in Vietnam, biscotti in Italy, or scrambled eggs in the United States, breakfast revs up the body after a night’s sleep, giving us energy and nutrients to face the day. Studies suggest that eating breakfast regularly is associated with good health — and that the timing of the meal, as well as what’s in it, matters.

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Covered in ice…

Sitting at my desk, staring blankly at the picture window laden with ice, everything beyond is a blur. Seldom am I so completely baffled by the weather. But today Nature proposes retirement from the out-of-doors.  There are moments when perplexity surpasses diversion. Granted, it is not the privilege of everyone so easily to thwart life’s obstacles. For my part I have considered the risk of peril outweighs any advantage of mobility. So, today I remain inert.

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