he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
Sometime before they die, everyone should read Romancing the Ordinary: A Year of Simple Splendors, by Sarah Ban Breathnach. I know I've mentioned the author before but, surprisingly, I couldn't remember mentioning that title before. Which is an unutterable shame, since I've known of and adored the manuscript for more than six months.
A note to the one classical music fan I know of--have you listened to Antonin Dvorak much, George? I broke down and bought a CD of his on Sunday that had the New World Symphony on it and his Slavonic Dances. The Symphony was lovely and familar, but the Dances entirely new and fantastically storied. Also bought a compilation called Bedroom Adagios, gorgeous romantic music. Ravel's Pavane for a Dead Princess and Bach and names I can't pronounce; solo guitars and pianos or soft orchestras. Its got some good variety to it.
But, on to the reason for the post tonight.
New P.G. Wodehouse! A collection I hadn't seen before, entitled The Most of P.G. Wodehouse. It has his stories about all the different members of the Drones Club--Mr. Mulliner, Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, and Lord Emsworth--, along with a few Jeeves and Wooster tales for nostalgia's sake, "Wodehouse's witty golf stories" (I'd no idea he'd written golf stories), and the complete novel Quick Service. I love an omnibus.
It is the custom nowadays to disparage the educational methods of the English public school and to maintain that they are not practical and of a kind to fit the growing boy for the problems of afterlife. But you do learn one thing at a public school, and that is how to act when somebody starts snoring.
You jolly well grab a cake of soap and pop in and stuff it down the blighter's throat.
-- randomly extracted from "The Reverent Wooing of Archibald", pg. 186
A note to the one classical music fan I know of--have you listened to Antonin Dvorak much, George? I broke down and bought a CD of his on Sunday that had the New World Symphony on it and his Slavonic Dances. The Symphony was lovely and familar, but the Dances entirely new and fantastically storied. Also bought a compilation called Bedroom Adagios, gorgeous romantic music. Ravel's Pavane for a Dead Princess and Bach and names I can't pronounce; solo guitars and pianos or soft orchestras. Its got some good variety to it.
But, on to the reason for the post tonight.
New P.G. Wodehouse! A collection I hadn't seen before, entitled The Most of P.G. Wodehouse. It has his stories about all the different members of the Drones Club--Mr. Mulliner, Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, and Lord Emsworth--, along with a few Jeeves and Wooster tales for nostalgia's sake, "Wodehouse's witty golf stories" (I'd no idea he'd written golf stories), and the complete novel Quick Service. I love an omnibus.
It is the custom nowadays to disparage the educational methods of the English public school and to maintain that they are not practical and of a kind to fit the growing boy for the problems of afterlife. But you do learn one thing at a public school, and that is how to act when somebody starts snoring.
You jolly well grab a cake of soap and pop in and stuff it down the blighter's throat.
-- randomly extracted from "The Reverent Wooing of Archibald", pg. 186