It's another bad dream that seems to've caught us in our lie
Nobody told me Mission of Burma was recording their fourth studio album. Eric? *crickets*
I am still not very interactive, sorry.
Now the great Bear and Pleiades where earth moves
Are drawing up the clouds of human grief
Breathing solemnity in the deep night.
Who can decipher in storm or starlight
The written character of a friendly fate—
As the sky turns, the world for us to change?
But if the horoscope's bewildering
Like a flashing turmoil of a shoal of herring,
Who can turn skies back and begin again?
—Benjamin Britten, Peter Grimes (1945)
I am still not very interactive, sorry.
Now the great Bear and Pleiades where earth moves
Are drawing up the clouds of human grief
Breathing solemnity in the deep night.
Who can decipher in storm or starlight
The written character of a friendly fate—
As the sky turns, the world for us to change?
But if the horoscope's bewildering
Like a flashing turmoil of a shoal of herring,
Who can turn skies back and begin again?
—Benjamin Britten, Peter Grimes (1945)

no subject
A very young Denholm Elliott as Sub-Lieutenant John Morell in The Cruel Sea (1953). Having previously seen him only in later roles, where he excels at wry, slightly seedy characters—Marcus Brody in Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) is an exception, as is Mr. Emerson in A Room with a View (1985)—and I love him for it, I was floored to discover him as a slight, neat, erstwhile barrister with no shady edges. He was just thirty for this role, I think, so I can only assume that like Fred Astaire, he spent his twenties failing to convince bartenders that he could order his own drinks.