Congratulations to J, who played a recital at RWC tonight and played as well as I’ve ever heard her. She performed with J. Werner, playing Chaminade, a piece composed for the two of us by D. Anderson, Ian Clarke’s Zoom Tube, the Carmen Fantasie, and a duet with D. Smith from Sonnambula. She looked lovely, played lovely, and gave a great performance. Most wonderfully of all, her audience packed the recital hall. Nearly our entire family was there, along with RWC students, professors, church members, and guests from College Greene.
Today (which was quite the eventful day) is also the 1st birthday of Baby H, which we will celebrate with her and her parents on Sunday. I play RPO (3rd Trumpet on La Mer) this week and had a great double rehearsal day with the guys. It is a privilege to sit in the midst of that glorious sound. I brought and read Udolpho and Chesterton’s Lunacy and Letters. Also reading today Aeneid 6, Iliad 3, Is. 42, and Rev. 14.
Respicit Aeneas subito, et sub rupe sinistra
moenia lata videt, triplici circumdata muro,
quae rapidus flammis ambit torrentibus amnis,
Tartareus Phlegethon, torquetque sonantia saxa.
Porta adversa ingens, solidoque adamante columnae,
vis ut nulla virum, non ipsi exscindere bello
caelicolae valeant; stat ferrea turris ad auras,
Tisiphoneque sedens, palla succincta cruenta,
vestibulum exsomnis servat noctesque diesque,
Hinc exaudiri gemitus, et saeva sonare
verbera; tum stridor ferri, tractaeque catenae.
moenia lata videt, triplici circumdata muro,
quae rapidus flammis ambit torrentibus amnis,
Tartareus Phlegethon, torquetque sonantia saxa.
Porta adversa ingens, solidoque adamante columnae,
vis ut nulla virum, non ipsi exscindere bello
caelicolae valeant; stat ferrea turris ad auras,
Tisiphoneque sedens, palla succincta cruenta,
vestibulum exsomnis servat noctesque diesque,
Hinc exaudiri gemitus, et saeva sonare
verbera; tum stridor ferri, tractaeque catenae.
Suddenly Aeneas looked back, and leftwards he saw wide bulwarks under the cliff, a wall thrice enforced, which fierce flame girded in burning rivers, Phlegethon of Tartarus, and it twists over the resounding rocks. There is an enormous gate in front, and of the column unbroken iron, so strong that no man, nor the dwellers of heaven themselves, might be strong in battle to tear it down. The tower of iron rises to the skies, and it is the seat of Tisiphone, girded with a bloodstained robe, who keeps the porch day and night without sleep. Hence is groaning discerned, and savage lashes sounding; then the grating of iron, and the dragging of chains.
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