Big world, and yet so little, and our part so small
not only in space but in time,
or make that time-and-space (hmm, Doomsday? Bloomsday? Association Footfall?),
so we do what we can, chief, which in our particular chronogeographical slot means a classroom with music roughly from Camille Saint-Saens (1835-1921)
to Peter Tchaikovsky (seems to be white beard day, and too small a time frame with these too-large allusions). Yes, in all this void, at least we can hear, and now prepare for publication page 2 part E Scene 2 Act V Mice and Men, with temperatures soaring to 102 on the front porch (108, supposedly, in town) and salvationally cooling barely overnight in the sunroom to comatose conditions.
