Monday, February 9th, 2009
Nero’s Song: No riddle to this fiddle
Remember the famous French poem of World War II D Day fame? “The violins of autumn wound my heart with a monotonous languor.”
The violins of autumn are a bit late, but of late, during this winter of discontent, they’ve playing pretty energetically.
No doubt you’ve heard them. On the radio, on the TV, and especially in […]