Lileks strikes a chord this morning:
It’s a bad sign when music leaves you cold; you plow though your collection looking for something to strike a spark. The cheerful tunes sound false and the gloomy tunes sound indulgent.
(no pun intended, honestly.)
today: Vivaldi. I'll get back to you on whether he sounds false or indulgent. heh.
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
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- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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