tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post5395970840653521873..comments2024-03-16T06:23:29.917-07:00Comments on The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal: death becomes themPatrick J. Vazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-70774284467689953832011-12-03T21:25:51.519-08:002011-12-03T21:25:51.519-08:00You got the point of my final paragraph exactly, s...You got the point of my final paragraph exactly, so thank you.Patrick J. Vazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-79718363736590952952011-12-03T21:13:13.503-08:002011-12-03T21:13:13.503-08:00"I just ate pie all evening, and so another d..."I just ate pie all evening, and so another day passed." And then you die.<br /><br />As you know, I'm doing a personal embargo on Requiems for a while, but so happy to hear you had a good time dancing to Brahms & Death.Civic Centerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12362422142667230626noreply@blogger.com