Oh my. Skipper brings a sentimental tear to my eye with his invocation of Mario
Lanza. Having been born into an Italio-Russkie family, my formative years in
Montreal were spent listening to the Soviet Army and Chorus Band, Yulya, and
Mario's croonings. Of which I recall most clearly his *O Sole Mia* and
*Arrivederci Roma.* Sniff. But then came the British Invasion, and the rest is
history ...
Walter O
P.S. It must not go unsaid - or not - that for many people under the age of 30,
the titles of those 2 songs by Mario are understood to be names of pizzas
available from Dominos.
Quoting Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@xxxxxxxxx>:
So Ludwig only put in 62 years? Hell, he was a piker. I wonder if could
he whistle. I admire most men who can whistle a happy tune. Or Dixie --
it doesn't have to be a happy tune. But more mostly I admire women who can
whistle. By doing that they tell the whole of the human race to go to
hell. Got to admire that. I wish I were a woman so that I could be a
real, honest to God feminist and not an imitation one. O well, we are who,
what, where, why, and when we are. If this computer could print musical
notes I would whistle a tune for you -- something by Mario Lanza -- how
about "On the Street Where You Live"? I know that one perfectly. But
alas, male or female, we are limited to words in such venues. What a
paltry world we live in.
On Sun, Apr 26, 2015 at 5:36 PM, Robert Paul <rpaul@xxxxxxxx> wrote:
Ludwig Wittgenstein
Vienna, 26 April 1889
Oxford, 29 April 1951
Historical reminder from RP