A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Diary February 23, 1960: No Castle!

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"No castle!
Dear Diary--
Today I heard the Westover Air Force Band play. Best of all I liked"Night Beat," emphasizing sound effects. Boy, was that weird! The clarinet player stands up and shouts "read all about it," and this man is walking along the waterfront. Then there's a crash, a bit of mumble-jumble, and a moan, hideously interpreted by a brasswind, (or woodwind)
And the percussion choir! 4 of them. The cymbal player was so cute, and the snare drummer too. Good, good, good!
I saw Gil today."

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