The strange intoxication of a day of serial intimacy with Kenneth Leighton, C.V. Stanford, Sergei Rachmaninoff, and Cesar Aira.
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Glad it went well!
Posted by: Lucy | June 20, 2011 at 09:57 AM
How I envy you. Loss of hearing and a persistent ringing in my right ear have pretty well ruined the pleasures of music for me. I'm reading more poetry, though, which compensates some.
Posted by: Hattie | June 20, 2011 at 03:55 PM