Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Our Christmas Eve tradition
Lionel Barrymore as Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol by Dickens
I've listened to this every Christmas Eve for probably the last forty or fifty years.
Tomorrow night, do thou likewise.
We'll be sitting around on the floor, listening too.
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!
posted by Sal Towse at 11:17 PM|
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I've listened to this every Christmas Eve for probably the last forty or fifty years.
Tomorrow night, do thou likewise.
We'll be sitting around on the floor, listening too.
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!
posted by Sal Towse at 11:17 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
