by Dave Algonquin
"There were phrases of Beethoven’s 9th symphony that still made Coe
cry. He always thought it had to do with the circumstances of the
composition itself. He imagined Beethoven, deaf and soul-sick, his heart
broken, scribbling furiously while Death stood in the doorway, clipping
his nails. Still, Coe thought, it might have been living in the country
that was making him cry; it was killing him with its silence and
loneliness, making everything ordinary too beautiful to bear."
I wish there was a "rest of the story" to read on... I'm catching up on Mad Men on my holiday while the Bath Christmas Market is being erected around me. Under seige!
Doesn't coffee taste so much better when you have nowhere to go?
Doesn't coffee taste so much better when you have nowhere to go?
No comments:
Post a Comment