September 05, 2003
In Handel's opera Scipione, the heroine, Berenice, sings:
Ahi! Non bastan
le mie pene
ch'altri viene
pił infelice
a farmi ancor?
Roughly translated, this means:
Ah! Are my sorrows
not enough,
that others should come
to make me
unhappier still?
In general, I feel this is an appropriate reaction to pretty much anything that happens in my life.
Today, for example, not only do I still not have internet access, but, when the electricians showed up at 9:00 to work on the wiring, they turned the electricity off, meaning that I spent the next several hours tearing my hair out trying to convince them to turn it back on so I could finish writing and then fax the music I needed to finish writing and then fax by this afternoon.
I should thank God for small favors, though, because the electricians seem to have come in the nick of time. Apparently it's sheer luck that my brother and I haven't died horribly in an electrical fire at some point during the last year. They took the cover off the fuse box and showed me the wiring inside; the wires were actually glowing.
I suppose that dying horribly in an electrical fire would fall under the category of other sorrows coming to make me unhappier still.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 10:57 PM
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