It annoys me that I don't at present have the stamina to document the flowering trees of my neighborhood, but at least before it rained this afternoon I got out of the house to check on the elm, which following the destruction of the cherries has become the most important tree on this street to me. It is doing that frostlike fruiting I observed last year. I appreciate it.
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osprey_archer introduced me to Charles Rann Kennedy's The Terrible Meek (1912), which in outline reminded me of Christopher Fry and then still reminded me of Christopher Fry when I had read it, even without being in verse. It's not as weird, but you could perform it in the same program as A Sleep of Prisoners (1951) and get a very effective double bill of twentieth-century mystery play, if you like that sort of thing. I think I still do. My ability to regard Christianity as a neutral mythos has eroded remarkably.
On third viewing, I seem to feel much more kindly toward the twist of The Spy in Black (1939). Maybe it helped to have just been discussing the subject atrachelmanija's.
I never watched very much TV, but the ad breaks on the free channels of the Roku are making me wonder how I ever survived any of it.
osprey_archer introduced me to Charles Rann Kennedy's The Terrible Meek (1912), which in outline reminded me of Christopher Fry and then still reminded me of Christopher Fry when I had read it, even without being in verse. It's not as weird, but you could perform it in the same program as A Sleep of Prisoners (1951) and get a very effective double bill of twentieth-century mystery play, if you like that sort of thing. I think I still do. My ability to regard Christianity as a neutral mythos has eroded remarkably.On third viewing, I seem to feel much more kindly toward the twist of The Spy in Black (1939). Maybe it helped to have just been discussing the subject at
rachelmanija's.I never watched very much TV, but the ad breaks on the free channels of the Roku are making me wonder how I ever survived any of it.
