'Auld Lang Syne'

'Your meeting which you so well describe with your old schoolfellow and friend was truly interesting. Out upon the ways of the world! They spoil these 'social offsprings of the hear'. Two veterans of the 'men of the world' would have met with little more heart-workings than two old hacks worn out on the road. Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase Auld lang syne exceedingly expressive? There is an old song and tune which has often thrilled through my soul. You know I am an enthusiast in old Scotch songs. I shall give you the verses on the other sheet... Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven-inspired poet who composed this glorious fragment! There is more of the fire of native genius in it than in half a dozen of modern English Bacchanalians.' 

Raiding the Icebox

"First, we send a joint Army-Navy overseas force to capture the port city of Halifax, cutting the Canadians off from their British allies.

Then we seize Canadian power plants near Niagara Falls, so they freeze in the dark.

Then the U.S. Army invades on three fronts -- marching from Vermont to take Montreal and Quebec, charging out of North Dakota to grab the railroad center at Winnipeg, and storming out of the Midwest to capture the strategic nickel mines of Ontario.

Meanwhile, the U.S. Navy seizes the Great Lakes and blockades Canada's Atlantic and Pacific ports.
At that point, it's only a matter of time before we bring these Molson-swigging, maple-mongering Zamboni drivers to their knees! Or, as the official planners wrote, stating their objective in bold capital letters: "ULTIMATELY TO GAIN COMPLETE CONTROL.""

Harry Callahan: Women Lost in Thought


 

"And a merry bloomin' Christmas to you, too!" 

Philip Pullman: not as smart as he thinks he is?

"Tolkien is not interested in the way grownup, adult human beings interact with each other. He's interested in maps and plans and languages and codes."

This kind of naive essentialism (see too his take on "Narnia") certainly explains (along with the near-absence of armoured polar bears) the trilogy's falling off in the third book...

from Penny Postcards via Plep
 

Anthony Powell's Century

"Powell decided to write "A Dance to the Music of Time" during World War II. He was resigned that the war would destroy the last remnants of the world in which he had passed his youth, and sought a way to preserve it. Whether he considered it from this angle or not, only an English novelist could have preserved that world. Almost anyone else would consider it a society too sadistic, selfish, and unfair to merit preserving. In an essay on Powell several decades ago, V.S. Pritchett expressed the view that the key English value--out of which all other values grow--is cruelty. 'To stand up to the best manners of English society,' he wrote, 'one has to be rude, exclusive and tough. One must be interested in behaviour, not in emotions; in the degree to which people hold their forts--and how much money the forts cost--not in what human beings are.'"

This Is Where I Came In: The Song Cycles of Jimmy Webb--have been enjoying "A Tramp Shining" and "The Yard Went On Forever" tonight--

"The song in question was, of course, "MacArthur Park," which the pair would soon ride majestically into the Top Ten in 1968. The park itself was the now-infamous LA locale that Webb and his girlfriend would often visit during lunch, walking around the lake, doing, as he later recalled, "what boys and girls do." Though many visiting the spot have found it unremarkable in years since, Webb remembers otherwise: "It was beautiful," he insisted to writer Paul Zollo. "It was beautiful. I will always remember it that way.""

the Lion, the Witch and the War

"The Pevensies' every step is guided by Aslan, a Christ figure in lion's fur, who accepts on Edmund's behalf a death sentence from the White Witch, then rises again, with little explanation, in time to lead the uprising. Each time the kid soldiers nearly run from the battlefield, we're certain they not only defy some vague principle of empathy, but also the express commands of the hawkish lion. The magic of the movie, if one can call it that, is how precisely it conflates the duties of the do-good warrior with the precepts of the salvation minded. Peter's wafflings may placate viewers wigged out by the latest from Fox News, but they also remind us, in Technicolor, that pacifism is for cowards."
 

(check out the subtle Vance Packard advertising techniques!)

a few picks from Turner Classic Movies Print Schedule (times Pacific schedule Cdn)


Wednesday 21

6:30 PM Seven Men From Now (1956) A former sheriff hunts down the seven men who killed his wife. Randolph Scott, Gail Russell, Lee Marvin. D: Budd Boetticher. 78m. (never seen this, sad to say)

8:00 PM Budd Boetticher "A Man Can Do That " (2005) Documentary that explores the life and career of action/adventure director Budd Boetticher. C 86m.

11:15 PM Western Union (1941) An outlaw goes straight to work for the telegraph company, which puts him in conflict with his lawless brother. Robert Young, Randolph Scott, Dean Jagger. D: Fritz Lang. C 95m. (the bias of communication, sans pigeons)

22 Thursday

8:00 AM Great Day In The Morning (1956) The Civil War triggers unrest in Colorado. Virginia Mayo, Robert Stack, Ruth Roman. D: Jacques Tourneur. C 92m. (not seen)

11:30 AM The Tarnished Angels (1957) A newsman falls for the wife of a barnstorming pilot whose work he's covering. Rock Hudson, Robert Stack, Dorothy Malone. D: Douglas Sirk. BW 91m. (my favorite Sirk, from Faulkner's Pylon)

1:15 PM Fighter Squadron (1948) A dedicated flyer pushes himself and those around him during a perilous World War II campaign. Edmond O'Brien, Robert Stack, Rock Hudson. D: Raoul Walsh. C 95m. (not seen Walsh)

5:00 PM A Christmas Story (1983) An Indiana schoolboy dreams of getting a Red Ryder air rifle for Christmas. Peter Billingsley, Melinda Dillon, Darren McGavin. D: Bob Clark. C 93m. (last chance before Xmas--Bob Clark is due for serious reconsideration)

7:00 PM Holiday Affair (1950) A young widow is torn between a boring businessman and a romantic ne'er-do-well. Robert Mitchum, Janet Leigh, Wendell Corey. D: Don Hartman. BW 87m. (????)

10:15 PM Maytime (1937) An opera star's manager tries to stop her romance with a penniless singer. Jeanette MacDonald, Nelson Eddy, John Barrymore. D: Robert Z. Leonard. BW 132m. (any time is a good time for a big sweet slice of operetta)

2:30 AM Festival of Shorts #13 (1998) A compilation of MGM's holiday shorts including Jackie Cooper's Christmas Party, Silent Night, Loew's Christmas Greeting, Holiday Greetings 1941 and Mario Lanza Christmas Trailer. BW & C 21m.


24 Saturday


5:00 AM Lady In The Lake (1947) Philip Marlowe searches for a missing woman in this mystery shot entirely from the detective's viewpoint. Robert Montgomery, Audrey Totter, Lloyd Nolan. D: Robert Montgomery. BW 103m. (one of the great strange films)

5:00 PM The Shop Around The Corner (1940) Feuding co-workers don't realize they're secret romantic pen pals. Margaret Sullavan, James Stewart, Frank Morgan. D: Ernst Lubitsch. BW 99m. (linzertorte and a hit of coffee, memorable double bill of this and Anthony Mann's "Roman Empire" at Vic D'Or's in the 80's )

7:00 PM Christmas In Connecticut (1945) A homemaking specialist who can't boil water is forced to provide a family holiday for a war hero. Barbara Stanwyck, Dennis Morgan, Sydney Greenstreet. D: Peter Godfrey. BW 101m. (good Xmas eve choice--Brooklyn Ruby puts a little reality in the eggnog)

9:00 PM Meet Me In St. Louis (1944) Young love and childish fears highlight a year in the life of a turn-of-the-century family. Judy Garland, Margaret O'Brien, Mary Astor. D: Vincente Minnelli. C 113m. (also a good choice, sentimental but smart)


25 Sunday


7:30 AM Quo Vadis (1951) A Roman commander falls for a Christian slave girl as Nero intensifies persecution of the new religion. Robert Taylor, Deborah Kerr, Peter Ustinov. D: Mervyn LeRoy. C 169m.

10:30 AM King Of Kings (1961) Epic retelling of Christ's life and the effects of his teachings on those around him. Jeffrey Hunter, Siobhan McKenna, Robert Ryan. D: Nicholas Ray. C 171m.

1:30 PM The Greatest Story Ever Told (1965) All-star epic retelling of Christ's life. Max von Sydow, Dorothy McGuire, Claude Rains. D: George Stevens. C 199m. (really not a bad line-up if you're stuck in bed or in a hotel or something though they might start to blend together)

an oldie, but nice to see it in the proper "Harmonium" order so quickly into the Collected (begun on a whim on the ferry, also new a water damaged but not too badly copy of Bernadette Mayer's "Memory", which I'm saving for a train or bus trip) with W looking sideways from the stars--

The Snow Man

Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.


photo via Greenpoint Picture Tour - Page 1 - The Old Gang in The Olden Days--a good group!

Lavender and Old Lace by Myrtle Reed: XII. Bride and Groom

"'You ain't changed nothin' here, Jane,' he continued, hurriedly, 'there's the haircloth sofy that we used to set on Sunday evenins' after meetin', and the hair wreath with the red rose in it made out of my hair and the white rose made out of your grandmother's hair on your father's side, and the yeller lily made out of the hair of your Uncle Jed's youngest boy. I disremember the rest, but time was when I could say'm all. I never see your beat for makin' hair wreaths, Jane. There ain't nothin' gone but the melodeon that used to set by the mantel. What's come of the melodeon?'

'The melodeon is set away in the attic. The mice et out the inside.'

'Didn't you hev no cat?'

'There ain't no cat, James, that could get into a melodeon through a mouse hole, more especially the big maltese you gave me. I kept that cat, James, as you may say, all these weary years. When there was kittens, I kept the one that looked most like old Malty, but of late years, the cats has all been different, and the one I buried jest afore I sailed away was yeller and white with black and brown spots--a kinder tortoise shell--that didn't look nothin' like Malty. You'd never have knowed they belonged to the same family, but I was sorry when she died, on account of her bein' the last cat.'"
 

Irish Poetry Ulster Scots--

cat melojiin (melodeon)--broken/useless (equivalent of banjaxed) "thon oul trasher (thresher) is cat melojiin"

fans of quirky alt-folk would do well to check out the site of Deserted Village records, which has info about and mp3's of bands like The Magickal Folk of the Far Tree, United Bible Studies and Murmansk. Title of the week: "The Cat's Melodeon"...

interesting Deerhoof: Pitchfork Interview

" I completely disagree that there's ever a lack of newness. Anything anybody ever does is new, it's never happened before. Everything. If I take a sip of this water, I've never taken a sip of this water before, at this moment. There's no way in the world that you're gonna convince me that the world of indie rock or the world of rock or the world of music is in any way lacking in life because music is not lacking in life. Music is everywhere, all the time, and it always has been. Even before human kind. Birds have voices too, and any animals. Everything that happens in a new day sheds a different light not just on our albums but on everything. That's why it's so fun to go back to much older music, and see-- it's amazing to me that there is music that still means something to somebody years later. Decades ago or centuries ago. No panel is necessary. Music does not need to be saved."
 

from Fit 5 (The Beaver's Lesson) of The Hunting of the Snark: an agony in eight fits, by Lewis Carroll; illustrated by Henry Holiday

"As to temper the Jubjub's a desperate bird,
Since it lives in perpetual passion:
Its taste in costume is entirely absurd--
It is ages ahead of the fashion:

"But it knows any friend it has met once before:
It never will look at a bride:
And in charity-meetings it stands at the door,
And collects' though it does not subscribe.

"Its flavor when cooked is more exquisite far
Than mutton, or oysters, or eggs:
(Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar,
And some, in mahogany kegs:)

"You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
You condense it with locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view--
To preserve its symmetrical shape."

The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day,
But he felt that the lesson must end,
And he wept with delight in attempting to say
He considered the Beaver his friend.

While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks
More eloquent even than tears,
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books
Would have taught it in seventy years..."

and of course on the west coast not the pork and bean but the straight out Pig War, which seems to have attracted its own reenactor community--

"The Pig War occurred between the United States and the British Empire in 1859. The outbreak of hostilities was contained to a small island in the Oregon Country, on what is now San Juan island in Washington State. To be sure, the only casualty was a pig, a "British" pig shot by an "American" farmer. In its death, the pig illuminated the sticky fact that both nations claimed ownership of San Juan island. The cartographical ambiguity was resolved immediately, however, when both nations sent armed troops to the island, in preparation for war. Ultimately, there was no gunfire, no war. The troops co-occupied San Juan island for years, until Kaiser Wilhelm I of Germany decided that San Juan island fell under the rightful and just rule of the United States of America. "

My idea was always to make a lowbrow F-Troop/Carry On type comedy set during the Pig War, highlighting national differences in a hilarious manner...it writes itself.

 

from the history of that vast county in Northern Maine, the Aroostook War, an earlier lumber/border dispute, involving secret maps, etc...

"The Aroostook War, also called the Pork and Beans War, the Lumberjack's War or the Northeastern Boundary Dispute, was an undeclared, bloodless North American "war" that occurred in the winter of 1838 and early spring of 1839...The majority of early Aroostook River Valley settlers were from "over-home", that is, from the St. John River Valley and were typically British citizens. The population swelled in the wintertime when lumbermen were freed from farmwork to "long-pole" up the St. John River to the valley. These migrant lumbermen were a particular point of tension for the Americans. Some eventually settled permanently in the valley and improved their land claims. Most settlers found themselves too remote from the authorities to apply formally for land, and since the boundary was ambiguous it was uncertain which government was in authority, anyway. Disputes heated up as factions maneuvered for control over the best stands of trees in the valley."

 

whatever you do, avoid Cute Overload! except in emrgencies...
 

this is a real find, "Parallelograms", an amazing album from 1970, recorded by dental hygienist Linda Perhacs (who didn't quit her day job or ever play live) with the help of Hollywood soundtrack composer Leonard Rosenman, very subtle, sophisticated multi-tracking & arrangements, her voice a secure Joni in its upper register and close to Lani Hall/Nick Drake below, an air of Tim Buckley's Blue Afternoon...
 

always nice to see a proper iconic wise old owl (nice vest!), from a bookbinder's business card (on Court, entrance Joralemon) from the Fulton Street Trade Card Collection via metafilter
 

my picks from the Turner Classic Movies Print Schedule times Pacific, schedule Canadian (for rights reasons there's some we don't get up here), this week

12 Monday

2:30 PM Some Came Running (1958) A veteran returns home to deal with family secrets and small-town scandals. Frank Sinatra, Shirley MacLaine, Dean Martin. D: Vincente Minnelli. C 136m. (near-best from all leads)

13 Tuesday

8:00 AM 3:10 To Yuma (1957) A sheriff must run the gauntlet to get his prisoner out of town. Glenn Ford, Van Heflin, Felicia Farr. D: Delmer Daves. BW 92m. (from an Elmore Leonard story)

3:00 PM Possessed (1947) A married woman's passion for a former love drives her mad. Joan Crawford, Van Heflin, Raymond Massey. D: Curtis Bernhardt. BW 108m. (haven't seen it, but...)

8:00 PM The Haunting (1963) A team of psychic investigators moves into a haunted house that destroys all who live there. Julie Harris, Claire Bloom, Russ Tamblyn. D: Robert Wise. BW 112m. (still scary)

12:00 AM Sabotage (1936) An unhappily married woman discovers her husband is an enemy agent. Sylvia Sidney, Oscar Homolka, John Loder. D: Alfred Hitchcock. BW 77m. (from Conrad's Secret Agent)


14 Wednesday

3:00 AM The Brothers Karamazov (1958) In this adaptation of the Dostoevsky classic, four brothers fight to adjust to the death of their domineering father. Yul Brynner, Maria Schell, William Shatner. D: Richard Brooks. C 146m. (stolen by Albert Salmi as Smeryadkov)

6:00 AM Othello (1922) In this silent film, a famed general is led astray by jealousy and an evil underling. Emil Jannings, Lya De Putti, Werner Krauss. D: Dimitri Buchowetzki. BW 80m. (never seen it, but...)

7:30 AM A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935) Shakespeare's classic about two pairs of lovers and an amateur actor who get mixed up with fairies. James Cagney, Dick Powell, Mickey Rooney. D: Max Reinhardt, William Dieterle. BW 143m. (Mickey Rooney as Zukofsky's Puck)

2:30 PM Julius Caesar (1953) An all-star adaptation of Shakespeare's classic about Julius Caesar's assassination and its aftermath. Marlon Brando, James Mason, John Gielgud. D: Joseph L. Mankiewicz. BW 121m. (Brando steals it...)

15 Thursday

5:00 AM Jezebel (1938) A tempestuous Southern belle's willfulness threatens to destroy all who care for her. Bette Davis, Henry Fonda, Fay Bainter. D: William Wyler. BW 104m. (all the Wyler Bette Davis movies are great)

11:00 AM The War Lord (1965) A medieval knight's efforts to defend his lord are complicated when he falls in love. Charlton Heston, Richard Boone, Rosemary Forsyth. D: Franklin J. Schaffner. C 121m. (strange kind of prequel to Planet of the Apes)

5:00 PM The Man From Laramie (1955) A wandering cowboy gets caught in the rivalry between an aging rancher's sons. James Stewart, Arthur Kennedy, Donald Crisp. D: Anthony Mann. C 102m. (they have a nice print)

16 Friday

4:30 AM A Dispatch From Reuters (1940) An entrepreneur builds an international news agency. Edward G. Robinson, Edna Best, Eddie Albert. D: William Dieterle. BW 90m. (has scenes of pigeons)

6:00 AM Manpower (1941) Power linemen feud over love of a sultry nightclub singer. Edward G. Robinson, Marlene Dietrich, George Raft. D: Raoul Walsh. BW 103m. (this used to be on CBC twice a year--some good Warner Brothers weather)

9:15 AM Experiment Perilous (1944) A small-town doctor tries to help a beautiful woman with a deranged husband. Hedy Lamarr, Paul Lukas, George Brent. D: Jacques Tourneur. BW 91m. (never seen it...)

3:00 PM Winter Meeting (1948) A repressed poetess and an embittered war hero help each other cope with their problems. Bette Davis, Jim Davis, Janis Paige. D: Bretaigne Windust. BW 105m.

11:00 PM It's A Wonderful World (1939) A runaway poetess helps a fugitive prove himself innocent of murder charges. Claudette Colbert, James Stewart, Guy Kibbee. D: W.S. Van Dyke II. BW 86m. (poetess double feature, haven't seen either)

17 Saturday

5:00 AM He Walked By Night (1948) After killing a cop, a burglar fights to evade the police. Richard Basehart, Scott Brady, Roy Roberts. D: Alfred Werker. BW 79m. (unseen noir...)

7:00 PM The Best Years Of Our Lives (1946) Three returning servicemen fight to adjust to life after World War II. Fredric March, Dana Andrews, Myrna Loy. D: William Wyler. BW 170m. (Wyler again, with Gregg Toland)

18 Sunday

9:00 PM The Unknown (1927) In this silent film, an escaped killer pretends to be a sideshow's armless wonder. Lon Chaney, Joan Crawford, Norman Kerry. D: Tod Browning. BW 50m. (never seen this...)



 

interestingish essay on the present perilousState of the Art crisis crisis--

"In the 50's and 60's, young, aspiring art critics were confronted with an intellectual divide. They could write about art out of their particular passions and responses, or they could adopt Greenberg's vision. The first, the belletristic option, allowed for the exercise of personal style, the careful inspection and precise expression of one's own reactions, and it found adherents among poet-critics like John Ashbery and Frank O'Hara, and individualistic, iconoclastic intellects like Susan Sontag. But freedom came at a price. The problem with belletrism was a lack of any shared perspective, a floating subjectivity. It depended on little more than hedonistic responsiveness. Greenberg offered coherence and solidity."

enjoying "The Minimalism of Erik Satie" by the Vienna Art Orchestra, one of the great HatHut records, a genre as much as Impulse! or ECM (has anyone heard Phil Minton as Pound?) Thinking about Satie, we need a device for removing the musicians from live albums or the piano from Glenn Gould. Did applauding the solos begin with Jazz at the Philharmonic? And wouldn't it be great to hear what people were talking about that was so important that they felt they had to do it over top of Charlie Parker. And shouldn't some backwards masking expert be transcribing Gould's humming? It might be the previous record backwards or morse code or something.

 

sad to hear that Richard Pryor has died. As a stand-up comedian, he built on Lenny Bruce and was a lot funnier. As an actor mostly ill-used, but his performance in Paul Schrader's "Blue Collar"--for all its faults, still one of the few movies to try and deal unsentimentally with American working class experience--was something special. You could feel the sweat of his betrayal crawl up your own spine.

 

serving up the BBQ, from Charles Reade's 1861, 15th century set The Cloister and the Hearth--

"The next trifle was a wild boar, which smelt divine. Why, then, did Margaret start away from it with two shrieks of dismay, and pinch so good a friend as Gerard? Because the duke's "cuisinier" had been too clever; had made this excellent dish too captivating to the sight as well as taste. He had restored to the animal, by elaborate mimicry with burnt sugar and other edible colours, the hair and bristles he had robbed him of by fire and water. To make him still more enticing, the huge tusks were carefully preserved in the brute's jaw, and gave his mouth the winning smile that comes of tusk in man or beast: and two eyes of coloured sugar glowed in his head. St. Argus! what eyes! so bright, so blood-shot, so threatening--they followed a man and every movement of his knife and spoon. But, indeed, I need the pencil of Granville or Tenniel to make you see the two gilt valets on the opposite side of the table putting the monster down before our friends, with a smiling, self-satisfied, benevolent obsequiousness--for this ghastly monster was the flower of all comestibles--old Peter clasping both hands in pious admiration of it; Margaret wheeling round with horror-stricken eyes and her hand on Gerard's shoulder, squeaking and pinching; his face of unwise delight at being pinched, the grizzly brute glaring sulkily on all, and the guests grinning from ear to ear."

I first read it (and the whole book is this intense) after buying it for 5p in a jumble sale at the church across the street from our place in Castlehill Road, in Ayr, '69 or '70. A small harcover with limp leather and that deceptive bible paper, so that 700p books could be easily carried into battle or on long ocean voyages. The very sad ending of the book reveals Gerard and Margaret to be the parents of Erasmus. Like a lot of really great books it's not that well known now, but my great fondness for it was validated by finding out that it was one of Baron Corvo's favorites. And it sold boatloads for decades, which is why its easy to find. Reade was best known for such realist Zolaesque "sensation" novels as "Hard Cash" so he knows how to punch everything home and still keep the plot moving. Keep an eye out for it in the small town libraries and mildew'd bookshelves of the former Empire. Don't spend more than two dollars. I had not known that there was a Classics Illustrated version of it until I discovered the whole comic scanned on this strange anti-Catholic website; apparently the Vatican had something to do with the downfall of the Classics Illustrated franchise, who knew? Ignore that and enjoy looking at the anonymous, crude, blocky but effective condensation of Reade's book with only the ending changed, with its washes of blood red and Lichtensteinian facial features. I think the reason I have so much trouble with "graphic novels" is that beyond old Superman, Caspar or Classics Illustrated comics everything was just too overdetailed and impenetrable for me; I could figure out real novels easier than Marvel comics.

"Vermont Marble Company #5, Abandoned Granite Quarry, Rochester, Vermont, 1991"
from Edward Burtynsky's "Rock of Ages" series.
 

The Terror Verdict TV Networks Ignored

"When then-Attorney General John Ashcroft personally announced the Al-Arian indictment on Feb. 20, 2003, in a press conference carried live on CNN (Ashcroft tagged Al-Arian the North American leader of Palestinian Islamic Jihad), the story garnered a wave of excited media attention. ABC's "World News Tonight" led that night's newscast with the Al Arian arrest. Both NBC and CBS also gave the story prominent play that evening. But last night, in the wake of Al-Arian's acquittal, it was a different story. Neither ABC, CBS nor NBC led with the terror case on their evening newscasts. None of them slotted it second or third either. In fact, according to TVEyes, the 24-hour monitor system, none of networks reported the acquittal at all. Raise your hand if you think the nets would have covered the trial's conclusion if the jury had returned with a guilty verdict in what the government had hyped as a centerpiece to its War on Terror."

"The Pennsylvanian treetops, flecked with gold like the entree at a wedding feast..." 

"Schooled on the rugged washboard backroads of western North Carolina, TT gunned the Subaru down the syrupy smooth 222--which rises into the Alleghenies with the gentle slowness of a child fetching a midnight glass of water--with an indescribably light touch." 

View of the the carillon of the Theological Seminary from my Chelsea bed just as the sun hit.