What did I tell you? Mordecai returned yesterday, after only two cycles of the Rachmaninoff.
And, as usual, he brought me a gift. I’ve been sipping coffee and reading T.S. Eliot to muster up the courage to try it out.
It’s a Listening Chair. My brother tells me that it will play what you need to listen to. I’m not sure what that means. It’s both intriguing and troubling. Much like Mordecai.
I’m sure I’ll have much to report tonight once I’ve tried it out.