Quote of the Day

Time for palliatives, ameliorants, placebos. I rise from my chair, feeling numb and wooden, and choose a record album from the shelf. Wolfgang Mozart, Gustav Mahler or Willie Nelson? Ernie Tubb or Giovanni Palestrina – old pal of mine. I feel the need for something gruesome but hearty. Soul music. I stack the spindle with the Resurrection Symphony, flip switch, turn volume up to nosebleed capacity and retire hurriedly to the shelter of the kitchen. The first great magnificent chords blast through the walls and rumble up my backbone at the rate of 33Y revelations per minute. Good man, Gustav. . . .

-Edward Abbey