Willy-nilly

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing  Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;  And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,  I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Stanza XXXII of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by Edward Fitzgerald (1809–1883)

Music, Manuscripts and Memories

 Three things beautiful

Ok, “books” was sacrificed for “manuscripts,” for the sake of alliteration. But still, my greatest treasures.

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