Incense Rising from the Altar
It has just turned midnight, the day of the 10th, so I have made offerings to Asklepios, God of Healing, Dionysos, God of Theater, and Hermes, my Patron, called The Helper, on behalf of our compatriot Martin, who is going into surgery today. I added a ridier (as they say in Congress) on my own behalf as well. Those of you familiar with Show Business will know Martin from his wonderful portrayal of Scrooge. Please send him lots of good energy, healing stuff. He is a good man as well as a good actor
Our old buddy Duffy, who is a therapist these days, tells me that there are a multiplicity of treatments and that this is one of the things with a likelihood of cure; and that many of the best treatments have appeared in the last five years. In other words, things look pretty good.
I should like to add, at this point, that the past year has been an exceptionally happy one for me. I have spent most of it acting, and in retrospect, I discover that Theater is the place, over the years, where I have felt the most at home. --This is not a sign that I will abandon my literary leanings, but only that the immediate gratification of the ego that a live audience provides is more personally endearing to the performer than the scant requests for autographs upon his books that come far less frequently to his hand.
Could Mr. Micawber have said that any more eloquently?
We were all greatly gratified by the Dickensian attendance at our New Year's Ball, at Greyhaven, and could only have been more pleased by an even greater influx from the temporally shifting environs of our beloved 19th Century London: a pass which we hope will come next year, and the year after, and so on into... in short, for as long as the house stands.
YHOS,
Our old buddy Duffy, who is a therapist these days, tells me that there are a multiplicity of treatments and that this is one of the things with a likelihood of cure; and that many of the best treatments have appeared in the last five years. In other words, things look pretty good.
I should like to add, at this point, that the past year has been an exceptionally happy one for me. I have spent most of it acting, and in retrospect, I discover that Theater is the place, over the years, where I have felt the most at home. --This is not a sign that I will abandon my literary leanings, but only that the immediate gratification of the ego that a live audience provides is more personally endearing to the performer than the scant requests for autographs upon his books that come far less frequently to his hand.
Could Mr. Micawber have said that any more eloquently?
We were all greatly gratified by the Dickensian attendance at our New Year's Ball, at Greyhaven, and could only have been more pleased by an even greater influx from the temporally shifting environs of our beloved 19th Century London: a pass which we hope will come next year, and the year after, and so on into... in short, for as long as the house stands.
YHOS,