Ah! I wish you were here to walk with me now that the warm weather is come at last. Things have been delayed but to be more welcome, and to burst forth twice as thick and beautiful. This is boasting however, and counting of the chickens before they are hatched: the East winds may again plunge us back into winter: but the sunshine of this morning fills one’s pores with jollity, as if one had taken laughing gas. Then my house is getting on: the books are up in the bookshelves and do my heart good: then Stothard’s Canterbury Pilgrims are over the fireplace: Shakespeare in a recess: how I wish you were here for a day or two!
I am Jewish, but Beethoven is my religion.
And life is beautiful, love is beautiful, nature and music are beautiful.
I desire the tiniest one-room flat in the centre of the city, close to all amenities, from where I will take my godchildren and perhaps some very handsome young admirers out to dinner.
Some Shia Muslim clerics say broadcasting music is at odds with the religion, and Iran has adopted a curious policy of broadcasting concerts but not showing the instruments - often replacing them with pictures of flowers.
By nature, a person is either a “giver” or a “taker” - in a balanced relationship, a giver’s with another giver, a taker with a fellow taker
— Flora (@humdotit) January 19, 2014