Apropos of my upcoming move -> Winding down the old to make room for the new is not without its stumbling blocks. Or, as I like to say, dealing with complete and utter
bullshit that I seriously don't have time for:
There was a communicating door in one corner of the room and from behind it came the third movement of the Mozart, which was working itself up to that frantic minor-key Turkish routine which I've never thought a good enough ending for such a great beginning; but then that complaint went for just about everything in my life.
