I find beauty in it, and it's not just the sort of celestial beauty of the spheres that some Bach enthusiasts rabbit on about. Having moved onto the G minor prelude in the course of writing this, I can remark on the contrast that this has with its predecessor in the major. This is wistful, measured and slightly melancholic. Now the fugue: this is not wistful. If anything it's slightly defiant in a deliberate way.
Great listening, but I don't have time to write a real-time reaction to it; tempting though that is.
Wondering idly if they were off to the Co-op (where I myself was headed) to protest about something heinous the supermarket had done, I passed them to find that their placards had "Jesus is King" type messages on them. Little kids just had little flags with "J"s on them. Brrr! Organised religion.
The deli had all that I needed: olives, olive oil, bread and some rich ice-cream. Free samples as well. It's a great place, and the guy behind the counter is always very friendly.