Nov. 20th, 2006

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I had words of wit and wonder today but they were lost in the excitement of opening parcels of books. It really *has* been a bookish couple of months.

These parcels were for my teaching and for research. Not one of them needs reviewing in any shape or fora. And I bought a single book purely for the pleasure of it (it was on sale and entirely irresistible): the facsimile of a 1914 Princeton production of a musical (lyrics by F. Scott Fitzgerald '17, music by DD Griffin '15, AL Booth '15 and PB Dickey '17). It looks as if I have the full words and music - I need to borrow a piano or steal back my violin from my stepfather to find out what it sounds like (or borrow a friend with musical capacity who will do the hard work for me - any takers?).

On the back of the book is a picture of F. Scott Fitzgerald as a Triangle Club chorus girl. He makes a very convincing chorus girl, right down to the gently rounded shoulders and beautiful skin. My undergraduate days were quite obviously not spent doing *any* of the right things.

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