Loathing. Unadultrated Loathing!

I hate men.
I can't abide 'em even now and then.
Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a maiden rather,
For husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father,
But I hate men.
Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy,
I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy,
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
Oh, I hate men!

Something lingering, with boiling oil in it, I fancy. Something of that sort. I think boiling oil occurs in it, but I'm not sure. I know it's something humorous, but lingering, with either boiling oil or melted lead. Come, come, don't fret — I'm not a bit angry.

Defer, defer,
To the Lord High Executioner!

Modified Rapture!

"No good deed goes unpunished,
no act of charity goes unresented."

Why are you telling me?

Clearly, some Philosophies aren't for all people.

Oh yeah? That's what you think.

Whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk?

Don't be offended by my frank analysis,
Think of it as personality dialysis.

So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me.

Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen.

"...Just not quite as popular as me."

Observe his dame,
That placid flame,
The moon's celestial highness.

There's not a trace,
Upon her face,
Of diffidence or shyness.

She borrows light,
That through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her.

And truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her.

There is nothin' you can name
That is anything like a dame!

Six months out of every year
We know there is no other dame
If he isn't home by six,
It's six to one
There's a game

We've got heart!

Ask me why,
Weak men will die for me,
Strong men simply shatter.
A little brains, a little talent,
With an emphasis on the latter.


(You can tell by my signature how I feel about Damn Yankees:) )

I'm irresistible, you fool,
Give in . . .
Give in . . .
Give in.

How do you do Mrrrr. Joe Harrrrrdy?

A set-up for DeltAlum:

He: Though I must leave
You must believe
My lonely heart will grieve.
'Til then, I must be stern.

She: And for your sake
My lonely heart will ache and quake and break.
If you do not return,
My heart will yearn,
And burn,
So please return.

Both: Then . . .

"Some guys just can't hold their arsenic"

Demons'll charm you
with a smile,
for a while
But in time...

"I don't see a miracle shining from the sky.
I'm no good at statues and stories.

I try.

That's not what I think about,
That's not what I see,
I know what the sunlight can be.

The Light, the Light in the Piazza."

Oh my God, oh my God you guys!

"What ever happened to my part?
It was exciting at the start.
Now we're halfway through Act 2
And I've had nothing yet to do."

http://www.montypythonsspamalot.com/.../stilwell2.jpg
With best wishes and best of luck to Esther Stillwell, a friend of our son from the Musical Theatre Department at the University of Oklahoma who is playing The Lady Of The Lake on the Spamalot national tour.

When the tour was here last month, the four of us had dinner. She is a real delight!

Now the son is back in The City auditioning.

I'll try this set-up for DeltAlum again:

He: Though I must leave
You must believe
My lonely heart will grieve.
'Til then, I must be stern.

She: And for your sake
My lonely heart will ache and quake and break.
If you do not return,
My heart will yearn,
And burn,
So please return.

Both: Then . . .

Wow. I'm lost.

Wow! DA stumped. (Don't worry, AlphaFrog was, too.)

It's the Colorado Love Call from Little Mary Sunshine. (Or, the more recent production. And The Wiki has a good article on it as well.)

The next lines would be:

You and I will live and die
Underneath a Colorado sky!
Soon, very soon, we'll have our June
Underneath a Colorado moon.

The only time I ever lost my composure on stage was singing the reprise of this after I untied Little Mary from the tree (having rescued her just before Yellow Feather was to "have his way" with her). But in my defense, Little Mary started laughing first.

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My aunt Marion was right, never try to discuss marriage with a musician.

Was anybody happy?

OK, here's what's embarassing.

Mrs. DA has a degree in theatre, and she actually played the female lead in Little Mary Sunshine in high school.

I've never seen it.

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.

LOL. You must see it; it's great fun.

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In examining a book such as Peter Rabbit, it is important that the superficial characteristics of its deceptively simple plot should not be allowed to blind the reader to the more substantial fabric of its deeper motivations.

In this report I plan to discuss the sociological implications of family pressures so great as to drive an otherwise moral rabbit to perform acts of thievery which he consciously knew were against the law.

I also hope to explore the personality of Mr.Macgregor in his conflicting roles as farmer and humanitarian

"Wow, Amos,
This is great,
We're flying.

I'll take you to the moon
on this thing.

Let's go now,
Faster!"

(I'll let you all off the hook. This is from ALW's "Whistle Down The Wind." I've never met anyone else who saw it. It was only on Broadway for a VERY short time. I saw it in London.)

This is the moment,
The sweetest moment,
Of them all.

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's gooooooo
Fly a kite!