Reminding Myself of a Certain Fisherman

The one who landed the Fish of all Fishes--the one which when freed grants wishes--I said to my computer this evening, "Well, if you can do Sammartini in the morning, let's hear you do Pietro Antonio Locatelli now!"  And so my head is ringing with the artfullest, tunefullest concerti grossi ever written.  

My reading meanwhile is much of Roberto Calasso these days, his ruminations on the modernness of history from Talleyrand to Pol Pot, his funny nuanced appreciation of what the Gods mean to us.  I dreadfully fear, or fearfully dread, since he has not got it that there is nothing in Freud, either of Truth or Interest, that Calasso may be a mere Postmodernist...but we shall see.