An interesting speech from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare:
LORENZO:
The reason is your spirits are attentive,
For do but note a wild and wanton herd
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
Which is the hot condition of their blood,
If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,
Or any air of music touch their ears,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze
By the sweet power of music. Therefore the poet
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods,
Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage
But music for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
I already mentioned that I pretty-well lost the month of April laying on my back in a rehabilitation center. It wasn’t too bad: I almost finished the March reading list. But being unable to post over the internet, I was unable to recommend any new titles to read during April.
Did you miss me? Probably not but I’ve been away for several weeks. Here’s the thing about getting old: It Sucks!