The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.
Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.
I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.
There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.
I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.
Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.