An Ass Bearing Books

Saw my doctor, talked with my case manager (if that's what she is) at the animal shelter. While I was there John B. came up to me to ask if I yet knew how to use my computer to make copies of CD's--He's been being quite insistent. Today, however, he indicated that it was more urgent than ever: He has just acquired "all the Webern symphonic works, all the Schoenberg piano music (including the piano concerto), and both Wozzeck and Lulu--very rare recordings." He'll make it worth my while, and give me copies of everything. "Look," I said, "you're hurting something deep inside me." After a little more cross-talk, he recommended that I at least read one George Perle's books on the subject of the "2nd Viennese School." So, saying "forsooth!" I've come here to the ever-lovely main state library, and, besides the two books by Armistead Maupin that I'd put on order, found a book each by Perle, one on Wozzeck, one on Lulu; as well as some wretched female's recent presumptuous book on Transcendentalism; and three heretofore unread, unheard-of books by the Princess Der Ling (What a woman! What a prose stylist!), that I had the ineffably snobbish delight of having brought up from the Closed Stacks. So I'm headed home, planning to stop on my way to withdraw some money from the bank, and purchase a money order at the 7-Eleven to pay my rent. Tomorrow I'm going to the beach at Kailua.