after all, what exactly are "eternal condor years"?--that enthralled me. Earlier, nursery rhymes had had the same effect. "Hey, diddle, the cat and the fiddle …"--I could repeat that one to myself endlessly. There is a phrase from Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale"--"O for a draught of vintage!"--that from the first time I read it to this very day casts a magic spell over me, transporting me simply by its melody and rhythm to a sunny day in a sunny clime in a time of romance.from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: Listening to the aural magic
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