Thursday, September 7, 2017

withered in the hand


Ever had the experience of writing an article that, secretly, you're fairly pleased with - and working your way through the final revisions - and opening a new book that just arrived from Amazon, and finding that it has a chapter on - well, not quite the same approach that you've taken to something, but, basically, the same topic?  Using, necessarily, many of the same sources.  Yes, that feeling.   Withered.

The hand belongs to Paderewski, and the statue is just outside the building that my office is in, by the Music Department.  It was some - small - consolation to come upon the disintegrating floral offering.

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