The Army, the Navy, the Church, and the Stage
Oh, damn it: John Reed, patter baritone of the D'Oyly Carte.
He was ninety-four; I can't really argue. But I had just looked him up a few days ago, having finally acquired a recording of the 1968 D'Oyly Carte Pirates of Penzance (and therefore been on a limited-resource Gilbert and Sullivan bender), and was obscurely comforted that he was still alive. His Lord Chancellor features twice in last night's linkdump. Literally, I was just listening to him.
I suppose that's as good a note to go out on as any.
"Love, unrequited" (Iolanthe, 1960)
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety . . .
"If you give me your attention" (Princess Ida, 1965)
To ev'rybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
I can tell a woman's age in half a minute—and I do.
"I am the very model of a modern Major-General" (The Pirates of Penzance, 1968)
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
He was ninety-four; I can't really argue. But I had just looked him up a few days ago, having finally acquired a recording of the 1968 D'Oyly Carte Pirates of Penzance (and therefore been on a limited-resource Gilbert and Sullivan bender), and was obscurely comforted that he was still alive. His Lord Chancellor features twice in last night's linkdump. Literally, I was just listening to him.
I suppose that's as good a note to go out on as any.
"Love, unrequited" (Iolanthe, 1960)
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety . . .
"If you give me your attention" (Princess Ida, 1965)
To ev'rybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
I can tell a woman's age in half a minute—and I do.
"I am the very model of a modern Major-General" (The Pirates of Penzance, 1968)
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

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I'm really sorry about Reed, though. One more quitting the chorus to join the Choir Invisibule.
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That's neat. My grandparents had the giant book of Gilbert and Sullivan libretti, which meant that I knew the lyrics and plots to most of their operettas years before I heard any of the music. Most of the songs did not sound at all as I'd imagined them . . .
One more quitting the chorus to join the Choir Invisibule.
At least they'll have awesome diction?