I've lost all desire to write. Not sure if it's the next stage in post-college life or what. Baby quail are cool though. Guess I'll report in later. Toodlepip.
And song of the moment. Not terribly original. My two concessions to superstition: a person's given name and incidental songs. A rose by any other name would not be a rose. And what did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in music:— Willow, willow, willow. Apparently Arthur Sullivan composed five different settings of Shakespeare songs, including the Willow song. This is awesome. Unfortunately can't locate Alfred Deller's version on YouTube. Sad day. The interweb's just a little worse for it. Although countertenors still make me flinch a little.
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