Thief, or thief's beneficiary, among other things, perhaps now enjoys the myriad contents of my iTunes library.
Purchase new computer.
Dig through backlog of CDs to populate new iTunes library.
Thusly, then, rediscover a choir disc from 2002, containing Irving Fine's "The Hour-Glass," a suite set to some poetry Ben Jonson wrote in 1606.
Download into iTunes.
Go running on a pleasant Sunday evening, with iPod, and listen to the first piece of "The Hour-Glass":
Realize that Ben Jonson is an effing poetic genius.
O know to end, as to begin :A minute's loss in love is sin.These humors will the night out-wearIn their own pastimes here ;You do our rites much wrong,In seeking to prolongThese outward pleasures :The night hath other treasuresThan these, though long conceal'd,Ere day to be reveal'd.Then, know to end, as to begin ;A minute's loss in love is sin.
Marvel at, yet again, how meaningful ends can sometimes emerge from shitty beginnings.