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...kill the king, and a bell rings, almost all editions have him say, "Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell/That summons thee to heaven, or to hell." Weaver says, "me to hell." This is an emendation I have always found rather appealing. Aside from the internal rhyme of the contrasting pronouns, it implies that the saintly king will surely achieve salvation and that Macbeth fully realizes the enormity of what he is about to do. It was a pleasure to hear this reading used on stage for a change...
...some college lectures, also did a little singing, accompanying himself on his harmonium. He and his father, Louis Ginsberg, 77, have started putting blues-style melodies to the verses the older Ginsberg, a retired teacher, still composes. Louis' poems are not at all like Allen's. They rhyme: "It was not coffee/ I was drinking up/ But something wine-like from your spirits...
...Peretz, you're doing fine. McGovern. Shriver, drown your woes. We all know that's the way it goes. Dick Nix n Spiro, save your glee For the office party at I.T.T. Cheers to Popkin. Schorseh and Blustein. Applause for BSO and Bernstein. (But maybe that one doesn't rhyme If steen now has the sound of stine) But cheers, no less, you're quite fantastic. For you, Norton Poet, a hudibrastic. (Now, Paula Cronin, your Gazette, Has hired a doggerel-laureate But stick to news, next Christmastime Leave poetasting to The Crime...
Waltz begins with a singing narration stating that we are about to glimpse Johann Sr., "founder of the house of Strauss." Lyricists Robert Craig Wright and George Forrest make great capital of this rhyme, employing it later when Johann Jr. is toiling over his operetta and the narrator boasts in his brazen tenor: "In 43 days/ Inside this house/ Johann Strauss/ Composed Die Fledermaus...
...never shopped at a supermarket), milk (she offered me coffee, but she limits herself to two cups a day, one at breakfast, and one in the afternoon, because she's afraid that otherwise she would never stop drinking it), apple pie ("Unfortunately without the cheese," she said, quoting the rhyme: "Apple pie without the cheese/Is like a kiss without the squeeze") and a green salad with a dressing that she made herself, "with an egg-beater" (Mrs. Emmett doesn't like modern gadgetry, and when she first moved into the apartment she ignored the built-in garbage disposal and dishwasher...