The Slipped Disc daily comfort zone (182): Autumn waltz


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  • This is what a cov-19 Autumn sounds like to me.

    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
    That, if I then had waked after long sleep
    Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming
    The clouds methought would open and show riches
    Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
    I cried to dream again.

    Debussy, Clair de Lune
    Pascal Rogé,

  • The doctor and the artist have much in common. The doctor tends to the weaknesses of the flesh, the infirmities of the mind and artists too are healers. Their art is nourishment for the human soul, without it we whither and die.

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