And there are skeletons and wastrels as far as the eye can see
I have spent most of the last number of days under the care of Dr. Autolycus, thanks to whose strict regimen of therapeutic purr I finally managed to sleep for more than two hours last night. He was so thoughtful as to wake ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch for breakfast and return to bed without disturbing me. Today was primarily invested in seeing a human doctor, who I have to say did not offer the same immediate reassurance.
I had never heard of the Copley Theatre in Boston, so went looking for it a few nights ago. I found first a confusing reference via the Federal Theatre Project, suggesting an address of 27 Huntington Avenue, then a much more verifiable pointer in the form of a poster for the Boston run of William DuBois' Haiti (1938), whereupon a search for 463 Stuart Street yielded an immediate hit on Cinema Treasures withron_newman clarifying the question of addresses—different entrances at different times in the history of the building—in the comments. It began life as the Toy Theatre in 1914 and I had never heard of it because in 1962 it was scraped off the earth by the Mass Pike, at which time it was operating as a Brattle-style movie house called the Capri and had just completed a second round of renovations, including the projectors and screen. Gmaps imprecisely shows glass walls of new construction after the current fashion of Back Bay. I shall go someday and say hi to the proper address.
spatch for breakfast and return to bed without disturbing me. Today was primarily invested in seeing a human doctor, who I have to say did not offer the same immediate reassurance.
I had never heard of the Copley Theatre in Boston, so went looking for it a few nights ago. I found first a confusing reference via the Federal Theatre Project, suggesting an address of 27 Huntington Avenue, then a much more verifiable pointer in the form of a poster for the Boston run of William DuBois' Haiti (1938), whereupon a search for 463 Stuart Street yielded an immediate hit on Cinema Treasures with
ron_newman clarifying the question of addresses—different entrances at different times in the history of the building—in the comments. It began life as the Toy Theatre in 1914 and I had never heard of it because in 1962 it was scraped off the earth by the Mass Pike, at which time it was operating as a Brattle-style movie house called the Capri and had just completed a second round of renovations, including the projectors and screen. Gmaps imprecisely shows glass walls of new construction after the current fashion of Back Bay. I shall go someday and say hi to the proper address.
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He is unusually skilled.
*hugs*
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The best medicine.
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There are no finer. Thank you for capturing the occasion.
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He does! It is those sincere eyes.
I hope that at least some human doctor may prove to be half as useful sometime soon, if not obv as wonderful in other ways.
Thank you.
*hugs*
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*hugs*
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He is pretty much the best.
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This was a dead loss to medicine.
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Thank you! As we speak, Dr. Autolycus sleeps on my lap.
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Are we just. Can we just eat doctors. Now. Eat them. Teeth? Teeth.
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Teeth.
*hugs*
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Thank you. The doctor is the loveliest.
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Indeed!
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Prrrrt.