A Little Watercolour At dusk, ants hover on fragile wings sufficient for the still air. Fish in the pond are colour smudges, glinting variations in wavelength, Swept up in the leaf-net in full daylight, they are gold or mottled white-and-silver. These undulations in the water-green depths are changelings hinting at the edge of things. Thus Monet’s water lilies. Ivan Head   The Taxi Driver Curriculum In the Sikh’s taxi we discuss the Golden Temple of Amritsar. Within the Polish Catholic’s cab it’s Pope St John Paul II, the history of Europe, and Prince Sobieski stopping the Ottomans at Vienna. The…