I've Returned My Loves
Because there's only one of you I would imagine. But anyway, I have returned. I actually returned on Sunday, but what of it? I'm back, you should be elated, and that's all there is to know about that.
I wholly intend to tell you about the event of a lifetime, but I'm not up to the task tonight. I hate to try and work for the man or shill for the band when my biggest moneymaker's flaccid, as it were.
I do, however, want to leave you with something to mull over until next time. What's better? What makes one more well-read? Ought one to spend more time poring over Plato and Shakespeare or does one have an artistic obligation to spend more time with contemporary literature and art? This is a hard decision I find myself facing these days, and I'd love your feedback. I may try and touch on this subject again, but I don't want to sway anyone. I need honest opinions (or at least one honest opinion from you, my faithful reader). This is the controversy of my soul at the moment.
Yours,
OGRB








