Ah The tinkling of a glass of champagne, o lucky couple the next car over A snatch of a Russian folk-song, hummed by an expectant mother behind me The humming of the rails across endless plateaus, poplars in the distance A murmur of twittering birds in the flying snow of dawn The thrumming of a guitar and endless cheers and toasts Sleighs and horses' white breath and full speed ahead A man raises a monocle, a woman smiles slowly, her book upon her lap A young girl sketches the passing landscape, death is in her eyes Sweating furiously, the surly playwright stands in the open-air car Comets and rainbows, something is about to happen http://www.asondheim.org/grit1.mp3 http://www.asondheim.org/grit2.mp3 _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
