You know: in a foolish, undiscriminating way, I've been happy these last few months. I don't know why. I just am. I love my friends; I love my pupils; I love what I read; I -- dammit -- love my thoughts. I love the taste of oranges.
Thornton Wilder in a letter to Gertrude Stein, Aug 14, 1936

Monday, January 17, 2011


1 comment:

  1. Borgnine,Stritch & musical comedy...There is just something so terribly wrong here...I expected rabid ferrets and poisonous spiders to start raining from the sky.