Last night we attended a wonderful a capella choir singing liturgical texts set to music by the Estonian composer Arvo Part. The venue, appropriately, was in a church, its Victorian high kitsch packed to its neo-gothic rafters by the fairly great and quite good of our fair city. At times a drone effect was to be heard, and it sounded almost exactly as if there had been a number of cellists bowing out a single, sustained chord. Amazing!
Today I visited the 2 widows of the men I wrote about in Monday's blog. They were very different. One was devastated, continually breaking down into tears, while the other took, ostensibly at least, a much more sanguine approach. "It comes to us all" she pronounced in an extremely philosophical manner. For both of them the real problem will come after they have attended their respective funerals: then, after everyone has gone back to their lives and is feeling better, only then will their problems of aloneness kick in properly.
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