a propos of nothing, the chorus

Memory…all alone in the moonlight….

I remember writing a (bad) rhyming play in my youth, in which an irate member of the chorus chanted:

“We’re ignored by almost everyone, the immortals deplore us,
And no one in living memory has listened to the chorus!”

I sort of wish I could find the computer where things like that and SEVEN FACES OF EVIL are stored – but then again, sometimes the eraser of history makes me very grateful.

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