And the sea is so much deeper than the grave

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1. I read my book about Egon Schiele on the bus to Porter Square. Periodically I turned a page and the woman seated behind me (who must have been reading over my shoulder) said, "Oh, dear." I can understand this response with some of Schiele's nudes or the full-page color plate of his self-portrait masturbating, but I don't know what she objected to about the sunflowers.

2. I am tired enough that I kept misreading the titles on books in McIntyre and Moore's. I think my favorites were "How the Dead Will Sleep" and "Jane Austen Among the Women."

3. I don't know how I failed to discover Hilda Tablet back in October when I was mainlining Flanders and Swann, but I thank Yuletide for her now.¹ Does anyone know where to get recordings of the original radio plays? Also, Derek Jacobi?

4. Assuming we are not under six feet of snow, fleurdelis28, sharhaun, and I have tickets to the Stravinsky/Bartók double bill at the BSO on Friday. All credit to awhyzip. Also further evidence that Boston is a small world after all.

Five things may be supposed to make a post, but I'm going to read some Patrick Leigh Fermor and go to bed. Someday I will not have a fever. It will be exciting!

1. I turn out to like Henry Reed's poems, too.

Comments

[kenjari.livejournal.com]

Have fun at the concert! I saw the Bartok at symphony Hall a couple of years ago (not the same cast, though), and it was amazing. If you are sitting in the orchestra section, when the fifth door opens, the music just comes at you like a gian wave - it's almost tangible. It's amazing.

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If you are sitting in the orchestra section, when the fifth door opens, the music just comes at you like a gian wave - it's almost tangible. It's amazing.

I have no idea where our seats are, but that sounds awesome!