I was searching the index of a book for Leonard Nimoy, but found Leonard Nimovskaya instead (which is misgendered) and I overheard someone say, “His name is really Leonard Nehemiah Schwartz, you know.”
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions
I walked on stage in the performance of Caligula night after night, convinced that I was Leonard Nimoy giving a good performance as the mad emperor. “We are resolved to be logical.” That was one of my lines. and night after night I dreaded it. I dreaded the moment when that word would fall out of my mouth. “Logical.” that’s his word. Spock's word, and everybody knows it. But I had to say it. I wanted to swallow it, mumble it, chew it up, rather than say it! Why? Because I knew that the moment those three syllables sounded through the theater, he would be there!
— Leonard Nimoy, I Am Not Spock
This post is typically late, for the fact is that I finished the Opus 159a five days ago. Really pleased with it, too.
Also:
Boston Symphony unleashes a double dose of Haydn and fiery Stravinsky
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