What if the Internet’s core purpose was always as a Rage Amplifier? bwa-ha-ha-hah ....
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
I’m sorry, I did not create the Cosmos, I merely explain it.
Mel Ferrer, in Woody Allen’s A Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy
If you ask what I’ve been doing this morning, and what was uppermost in my mind 24 years ago (before the awful news broke, that is), I should say this:
That years before, the first time I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, when I heard the late, great Gene Wilder say quietly, “We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams” (which I much later learnt is from an Arthur O’Shaughnessy poem, and which was set by Edward Elgar), I thought to myself, “Listen, Karl: he’s talking to you.”
Even though yesterday I practically ruled out work, today, on Aaron’s Uneasy Sleep. Op. 203, my Muse had other ideas, and my thinking for the fixed media component clarified. Now, though, to continue with Joseph and Mary, Op. 53.
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