Unfortunately, literary life is insufficiently remunerative for the lifestyle to which Pub' and I would like to become accustomed. The groupies, the Apéritifs in Montmartre, the front-row seats at the opera (that'd be Publius) or the Monster Truck rally (that'd be me) before we spend the evening at the WWE rasslin' match...
Ah, I can but fantasize. It's Pub's fault, see? Our latest, the one on the Federalist Papers, I wanted to call it "Hamilton, Madison, Jay, And Zombies!" but Pub' nixed it. No market sense, that boy. I dunno. I'm probably gonna have to cut the Marie Antoinette bedroom scene, too. "Ben Franklin never," sez Pub'. Prove it, I sez...
Alexander Borodin was a pharmacist who dabbled in music and ended up one of Russia’s great composers. This slow movement in A Major from his second string quartet found its way into a Broadway musical. Have your handkerchiefs ready!
See you tomorrow night for more quartets.