I’m trying to finish up A Few Good Men and there’s no space in my head to even put up Austen fanfic. So amuse yourselves among yourselves. No hitting, no hair pulling, no dipping of braids in inkwells and ABSOLUTELY no glueing of ears behind back of head (You know who you are.)
Ah’ll be bach.
According To Hoyt 
Would we misbehave? [Faked Innocent Smile]
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Can I be Beethoven? No, no, wait, Wagner! Ride of the Valkyries rules!
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Pam,
You know my German literature professor made me memorize Wagner librettos resulting in my hating Wagner with the fire of a thousand suns, right?
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Inkwell. Inkwell. Where did I leave the inkwell…
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Shhhhh, you guys. She’s working on Moe’s art!
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Well I guess I’ll be Haydn till its done
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It IS done now, but my head is empty and echoes. And I’m NOT happy with chapt before last.
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If one may ask, what’s this with composers?
(Just nobody try to claim Sibelius, he’s my compatriot.)
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Marja, we’re puning. Occasionally these still baffle me…
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Aha…
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You should seek out some more current music writers.
The ones you’ve named are all decomposing at the moment.
Regards,
Ric
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*hides the glue behind his back*
I wasn’t doin’ nuffin….
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