Well, Not Exactly

I was rather annoyed that only the first movement of the Fifth Symphony was played last night. The Mozart Clarinet Concerto was played in its entirety, and it was a treat to behold. I took the Sherry biography and my wife raced ahead in Power and the Glory. It was a sublime evening and we were forced to wear fleece - in July!

I found the context for Greene's The Shipwrecked (England Made Me) riveting, not only the saga of Greene's dissipated brother but the fact that he gleaned so much of Stockholm for the benefit of the novel in a eight day holiday. Another 50 pages of Moby Dick were enjoyed today, the consequences of such will be delineated at samizdat.