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Deeply so. Is it a Ruckers, or perhaps a Blanchet? Old Kenyon was banging on about similar things in BAL this morning.
I'm warming up a W...
It's an anonymous instrument... Great music
Shall be listening to Kenyon in the morning re Goldbergs
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Pang was the obvious clue leading one to Puccini's Turandot (Ping, Pang and Pong). The singer at the opera's 1926 premiere was one Emilio Venturini. The poet was Serge Venturini, a Frenchman, and there was an actor who was in Return of the Living Dead called Mark Venturini who died of Leukemia aged 35. All this was gleaned via Wikipedia, I confess, I had never heard of any of them.
Genius!
As for your W, I immediately thought of Welsh National Opera, but all the dates are two years out!
[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]
sorry my V question didn't meet the required standard ...............
What noise is this that rouseth me from my slumbers at this ungodly hour? Why, 'tis our old friend Mercia. What ails thee, Mercs? Come, come now, let's have no more of this. These nuages gris that do so deface th'horizons of this fair game, why? They shall all be dipers'd in the twinkling of an eye; and all shall be well...
Big clue from Mercs, there
EDIT: I shall inspect matters further when I rise again on the morrow
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"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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