ah tak me home
to the velvet loam
where once i gang aglee
a tossing stones
o’er earthy bones
in purple reverie
tra la
in purple reverie
The woman behind the counter nodded severely at me as I came in, glancing up through eyeglass frames that were black and round like little handcuffs.
from The Flame Throwers
Loon: I’m particularly thrilled to present today’s guest for the 3 Question Interview, one Arturo Toscanini, who was, I am informed by the Lords of the 4th Dimension, one of the greatest conductors of all time. Welcome, Mr. Toscanini. Tell me, did you ever get bored riding around on those trains all the time?
Toscanini’s ghost: Trains are good. I like trains. Trains.
Loon: Did you have a favorite train or passenger?
Toscanini’s ghost: Passenger? Train? No.
Loon: One final question. What is your favorite food?
Toscanini’s ghost: Pasta. Scusami, I go now. (Toscanini’s ghost conducts itself through the wall.)
Loon (beaming): There you have it. Join me again next week when another celebrity ghost will be here to undergo the 3 Question Interview.
Once upon a time there were 2 names. One of them was Moira O’Neill, and the other was Nesta Shakespeare Skrine. They belonged to the same woman, and she used one of them as a pen name. Yes, her pen name was Moira O’Neill. Her given name was Nesta Shakespeare Skrine. I pause to reflect.
They were really looking forward to enjoying a nice piece of cake.
Here Lon and Maria realize for the first time that:
a. some fiend ate the last piece of cake.
b. mountain lions and lambs cannot live together in peace.
c. the script girl is transforming before their eyes into a script armadillo.
d. all of the above
escape was a dream of a hope.
was it barely possible? nope.
surrounded by trees unforgiving
he knew not for long he’d be living.
when a suddenly descending hawk
landed nearby on a rock
and presented a passionate plea.
the trees bowed away. he was free!
‘to gett away warts: take black snayles and gash and cut them with your Knife then take the liquor which comes from them and anoynt your warts with this liquor 3 or 4 times every day till all beee gone’ – from Restoration London by Liza Picard
Today is a time of one. It is one of many, if by many you mean 31. One is an important word. It means something irrespective of your upbringing. August is an entirely different keg of fish. Nevertheless, it starts with one, a common occurrence in the timely dance of months. So, hail one combined with August!
Loon: I am excited to welcome for today’s 3 Question Interview Sergei Prokofiev, a famous Russian composer I think I heard about once. Mr, or should I say Herr Prokofiev, did you like being a Russian?
Prokofiev’s ghost: Da.
Loon: I am told you wrote music. Do you think music should be listened to in all kinds of weather?
Prokofiev’s ghost: Da.
Loon: When you sat down to write a really fat piece of music, did you take a lot of breaks for tea and bowling and such?
Prokofiev’s ghost: Da.
Loon: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen.
(Loon and Prokofiev’s ghost dance off to snippets of music from the ballet, Romeo and Juliet.)
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
