But I’m not telling you with WHAT.
Alternately: in my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be.
Alternately: You’ve got to be taught, before it’s too late, before you are six or seven or eight, to hate all of those who your relatives hate; you’ve got to be carefully taught.
Alternately: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plaaaaaaaain!
But mostly: High on a hill was a lonely goatherd, LADYODLELADYODLELAY-HEE-HOO!
Not that you could tell or anything, but this week’s BSO concert is a Pops affair entitled “Rodgers and Hammerstein and the Movies,” featuring music and movie clips. I think this largely speaks for itself (not that I let it), but I do want to issue a warning:
There are people out there who harbor an irrational hatred for The Sound of Music. These are mostly boys. Girls, these boys are soulless jerks. Don’t date them.
But maybe they deserve a chance. If you want to give them one, try showing them this: