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tilly_stratfordI may not have a dime
But I got street savoir-faire
Whoa, it's weird hearing that song again. When I was a kid I digged that song from Oliver and company - only I of course didn't get the Billy Joel treatment back then.
Somebody explain this to me, because once again, this is bugging me much more than it should: Now, there's two brothers, right? The oldest brother (A) never had any formal education, and was practically illiterate throughout his life. Never wrote, hardly ever read anything apart from comics. Because of his shyness and unfortunate voice, he never spoke in public.
And then there's the younger brother (J). This brother practically read throughout his childhood, and had a passion for Shaw's works. He wrote for newspapers, and was celebrated for his way with words, humour and manuscripts. He worked a spell in radio and on TV, too.
Now. How on earth can A write a book that's incredibly much better than J?
Okay, I finished Groucho Marx' autobiography Groucho and me, and phew, was that bad. Really bad. Just don't think about reading it. Whereas Harpo's collaboration with Rowland Barber, Harpo speaks! is the best autobiography I've ever read in my life. It's simply a beautiful piece of writing. I challenge any sane person to read it and not have their socks charmed off, or get a considerable lump in their throat when they read how he felt when he knew he could never play the harp again. You just try.
Well, I don't know where that came from. But hey! I recieved my Neverwhere DVDs in the mail yesterday. I've watched them once (not thorougly impressed, but that's what you get for reading the book first), and now I'm gonna watch them with Gaiman's audio commentary.
But I got street savoir-faire
Whoa, it's weird hearing that song again. When I was a kid I digged that song from Oliver and company - only I of course didn't get the Billy Joel treatment back then.
Somebody explain this to me, because once again, this is bugging me much more than it should: Now, there's two brothers, right? The oldest brother (A) never had any formal education, and was practically illiterate throughout his life. Never wrote, hardly ever read anything apart from comics. Because of his shyness and unfortunate voice, he never spoke in public.
And then there's the younger brother (J). This brother practically read throughout his childhood, and had a passion for Shaw's works. He wrote for newspapers, and was celebrated for his way with words, humour and manuscripts. He worked a spell in radio and on TV, too.
Now. How on earth can A write a book that's incredibly much better than J?
Okay, I finished Groucho Marx' autobiography Groucho and me, and phew, was that bad. Really bad. Just don't think about reading it. Whereas Harpo's collaboration with Rowland Barber, Harpo speaks! is the best autobiography I've ever read in my life. It's simply a beautiful piece of writing. I challenge any sane person to read it and not have their socks charmed off, or get a considerable lump in their throat when they read how he felt when he knew he could never play the harp again. You just try.
Well, I don't know where that came from. But hey! I recieved my Neverwhere DVDs in the mail yesterday. I've watched them once (not thorougly impressed, but that's what you get for reading the book first), and now I'm gonna watch them with Gaiman's audio commentary.
