Nice find. Retard-grade typing. Can't fucking speel Wordsworth (either?)

Cute artifice, and likely shared by many {in secret.}
Who wants to admit never going full--> circle back to the opening of Finnegan's Wake? - especially having reached an outcropping near the first false-summit -- then finding your pitons had been cast in Wood's metal.
Hint: melts in your hand.

Loved the Byron-seduction ref. Yeahh.. ya wants to find a Reason to reinvestigate Lord B? Ya wants a more fearless In Your>|<Face version of say, W's Intimations on Immortality, bunky?

(Then, ya listens t the tone poem [1]Manfred, just once: That's Byron's script + Schumann's' music and a rollickin good Tale, unsuitable for showing after Murican Idle or.. much else you could sell suppositories by.) Think.. Astarte

As to those.. "never seeing the Tonight Show" -- same kinda deal with, "never ate a Mickey-D hamburger", I wot.




[1]Sir Thomas Beecham, BBC Chorus + London Phil., Columbia M2L-245.
2-LPs: '50s sometime. Sure hope someone has CD'd this immortal, electric performance; gotta fire up the Linn-Sondek LP-12 and do the deed eventually, painful as is all that 'lectronic hook-up BS.

My set is in good condition - what if it's the Last..!! not yet dumpstered by legions of grandkiddies, alookin fer a first-edition Monkees album in the deceased's attic, amidst all that Old stuff nobody ever listens to anymore? ..and it ain't even in Stereo


[End of cover notes]

[. . .]

Manfred dies, then, repudiating his genius, the evil genius that occasioned all his guilt and self torment.

Schumann died, espousing his, clasping it tightly, composing in his lucid moments almost to the end. Manfred's last line: "Old man, 'tis not so difficult to die," is well taken. It is much much harder to be a genius and to live.

Notes by Charles Burr