Oops, our edgar has fallen asleep at the helm.
Time for me to say good night, and I think that I shall do so with two songs.
First, George ob loves this poem that was set to music. John of Virginia likes it as well.
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Now, set to music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwqwAy85CgY
And for Sunday, a lovely hymn.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCKEa53J2Bk&feature=fvwrel
So nice to have Ontario, Dublin, and London with us today.
From Letty with love to everyone, everywhere.
