tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post8382414894404890847..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: spider, sprouts, notesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-83270385873980168252010-12-10T08:56:59.740+00:002010-12-10T08:56:59.740+00:00Strange how our thoughts so often gravitate toward...Strange how our thoughts so often gravitate towards Mr Casaubon when we seek to comment on our lives. Lucy mentioned him only a week or so ago and I am only too conscious of the way I follow his path. Having embarked on a huge project of transferring 200-plus LPs on to CDs some years ago I am now tremulously aware that it was the project that attracted me, and these tracks (some dating back forty years or more) are rarely played. In fact things have come full circle. Mrs BB recently pointed out that our Rostropovich/Melos version of the Schubert quintet, however loved at the time, has to fight its way through so much snap, crackle and pop that <em>ca ne vaut pas le voyage</em> and a replacement is needed. I see Mr Casaubon nodding at this.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-55489056875977962722010-12-09T17:10:46.980+00:002010-12-09T17:10:46.980+00:00Sometimes I think that I am in the middle of a fab...Sometimes I think that I am in the middle of a fable - the fable of the spider and the crow. Publish a picture of a spider and down will swoop a crow. "Hullo Crow" said the spider. "Got you". As ever dear Crow, you are most welcome in my parlour.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-78412043704484747602010-12-09T17:05:05.202+00:002010-12-09T17:05:05.202+00:00But which of you is the animal and which is the ma...But which of you is the animal and which is the master? For me, an animal, although I can swiftly dispatch the spider, it is the arachnid who is master of my fears. I usually try to let them live, for they are beneficial, but sometimes the atavistic animal in me reacts before my rational brain can calm me down.<br /><br />I enjoy your spider stories and photos, perverse as that may seem.The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com