Dr. Walsh is not terribly well I'm afraid, so I have said that I will pay him a visit on my day off. No doubt he will be glad of some company for since his neurological condition manifested (which renders him unable to walk at times) it must have been difficult for him.
In addition, I have arranged to meet the luthier and his mother, the author, on the morrow, which should be jolly good fun. No doubt we will play some music, though here in the countryside rather than there in town. Doubtlessly I shall be well away by the time I arrive, as Dr. Walsh drinks hard. No doubt the luthier will too. I'm actually rather looking forward to it. Dr. Walsh is into Bob [Dylan] but the luthier more into Frank [Zappa]. The former does not play, but is interesting to talk to because he is an intellectual and well educated. The latter plays a kind of hip-hop music, somewhere between the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Cypress Hill. It's actually pretty cool. He is also interesting to talk to, because he is well travelled. He is also an outstanding percussionist and vocalist, which bodes well for forming a band, as he is as gifted as he is amicable.
Today I managed to get about 20 pages worth of editing done for the old ball and chain. My aim is to have it finished before the month is out. I only translated a mere start of a 6 lines long sentence in my current Latin translation today, so I shall return to it now, over a nice glass of Australian red, and a quiet evening in.
I was at that... place, yet again, with those... people. It is a tedious dreary drudge, and my only escape from it is finishing the end of Potoki's Manuscript Found at Saragossa which has a surprisingly curious ending, full of mythical beings, romance and ghosts, all set among the backdrop of religious tension and mystical practices.
Max.
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