“For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed
amongst the assemblage. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous. Lonesomeness isn't my
worry. The transverse spars
before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were
filled ankle-deep with water. Goopes said that we must distinguish
between sincerity and irony, which was often indeed no more than sincerity at
the sublimated level. My father died a year ago, by the way.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxOC4xMjEuOSAtIDEzLTA3LTIwMjQgMDI6MzU6MzQgLSAxOTczMDUzODky
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 08-07-2024 14:58:18