I was just talking to the Brooklyn Minx (a one-sided affair
by email, you understand) when it occurred to me that for all the splendid
achievements of the scientists, the great literary figures, the polar explorers
and the writers of Father Ted, the greatest exposition of the human spirit lies
in the combination of music and dance. I think it has something to do with the
soul breaking out of its cage for a little while and flying free, but I’m not sure yet. Enjoying
a bottle of Barnsley Blonde followed by a few whisky chasers might do wonders
for the imaginative and intuitive faculties, but it doesn’t help much with the
working-it-all-out process.
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