tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post618522997192477414..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: Wings, soporific and stoicismAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-18830855044565892332013-10-30T17:15:20.188+00:002013-10-30T17:15:20.188+00:00I mentioned in my most recent post that I nodded o...I mentioned in my most recent post that I nodded off during the early part of Shostakovich's The Nose in which the action and the music were nowhere near as stimulating as the latter two-thirds of this agreeable opera. I'm not sure there is any known specific against this happening since the feeling of slipping away is so seductive. However, reversing the recommendations you make above I find myself having second thoughts. Trying to re-create the address I made at my own wedding (I blush even to write those words) might well keep sleep at bay, so well, in fact, that the sense of trauma might become permanent. A last resort perhapsRoderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com