Amateur opera

"It’s a victory march," the chorus master said. "It’s militaristic, bloodthirsty, everything we’re not comfortable with these days… Your army has just defeated the enemy, taken lots of prisoners, they’re all going to be killed and you’re celebrating. And you have to believe it."

"Hmm," I thought. "I think Lucius is going to enjoy this…"

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It's 9:25 (must correct the clock on my computer one of these days) and it's dark. Doesn't seem so long ago that I was going for walks in the park at 11pm. If things go on like this I'm going to have to put the heating on...