Bach, Weichet nur, betrübte Schatten, the “Wedding Cantata”, BWV 202.
James Joyce, Ulysses. Over the weekend I read Nausicaa (Bloom meets a pretty young woman on the beach), and The Oxen of the Sun (Bloom meets up with some others in a hospital bar (?) as a baby is being born elsewhere in the same hospital).
Some nice advice on writing well, from a Harvard philosophy professor.
Today is the 396th anniversary of an early failed terrorist plot; that of Guy Fawkes to blow up Parliament in 1605. I wonder how 11 September 2001 will be remembered in 396 years time.
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