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I was listening to Mozart's Piano Concerto No.17 - after I had some of Willie's bitter-sweet stuff and came (a graphic account of which is coming, i.e. approaching, in the next post) to my senses* - and while he** was getting carried away, by the sound of it, with the fingering, I looked the man up and realised what kind of fool I was making of myself***: Wolfgang's already been noticed. More, actually: he's already gone places, including the pantheon.
And you know what: forget love, now I'm not even going to ask if you like me, which I was plucking the courage to do. You couldn't you even be bothered to send me a warning wink via the comments section of my blog when I was busy making a fool of myself. Why? Because you don't care. And it's sad. And I'm going back to the andante to sulk, and sulk privately: as a punishment, I'm not going to update you on my sulking (for an hour or so).
*gotcha?
**Mozart, not Willie.
***now let me explain the thinking behind the - in most likelihood unsuccessful - joke (but read on: you never know, you may like the thinking better than the joke). Having still some trust in people's good taste and intelligence, I assumed that:
1. readers of this blog don't stay here for longer that two or three posts and those reading the Mozart-Piano-Concerto cycle wouldn't know that I am mad about the Composer, so I could plausibly pretend that I didn't have a clue that Mozart is a demi-god and his dust is at complete ease somewhere in the grounds of Sankt Marxer Friedhof in Vienna (except his skull, it seems).
2. (and I have to admit: it did cross my mind that this particular assumption could be the weakest point of the joke): the joke would be funny.
However, being certain of 1, there seemed to be a 50 pc likelihood of the whole venture standing a... well 50pc chance of (it may sound like a redundant repetition; which it must be, as most repetitions are redundant; unless you need emphasis - I don't know actually: maybe in fact I truly do indeed need some emphasis here? Never mind, I'll come back to this: it looks like a valid topic for one of the up-coming posts) of working.
Anyway, as an extremely brave man I thought it was a manly thing to take the risk and go ahead with the joke, a decision I still stand by and am ready to bear its consequences, among which must surely be losing the remainder of my current four readers (two of whom are from Serbia**** - Здраво!); which would put me in a rather awkward, and stupid, position: to be saving the Universe without anyone reading about it... well, sounds sad. And quite like my blog, actually...
****no doubt through some Googling fluke... how sad.
