Listening To: Scarlatti played by Glenn Gould. Sonata in D Major.
Ignoring: The snow that has unaccountably appeared overnight. After a week or two of spring-like behaviour on the part of the weather, I feel betrayed. It is lovely, though.
Read: A small pile of delicious tomes has accumulated on my 'read and need to blog about' pile. Among them is Cheever's American Bloomsbury, Dai Sijie's Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, and George Fetherling's new collection of poems, The Sylvia Hotel Poems. More to come on all.
Reading: Romola by George Eliot (still!! I find this novel harder to 'get into' for some reason. But I shall stick with it). And I've just begun Zadie Smith's much-acclaimed White Teeth.
Watched: To Have and Have Not. Can there be enough enthusiastic things said about the performances of Bogart and Bacall in this film? Probably. But I'll admit no gainsaying. All that provocative delivery (including the off-quoted whistle dialogue). And the little dance Bacall does at the end. Too fun. Which reminds me . . . I need to hunt down a copy of her autobiography.
Indulged In: More chocolate than is possibly good for me. Having recently tried Godiva's milk chocolate, and rediscovered my teenage affection for Laura Secord's frosted mint, it's been a delightfully chocolatey week.
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