Thursday, August 03, 2006

My Beloved Brother

Mama and I are both longing for you to make your fortune as we believe that your success will mean happiness for us all. Although I wish to embrace you, I will delay such thoughts until you are NOT composing and can spare the time to receive them in spirit. Alas to bed I now must steal and with these words I do impart - as long as you can piddle, shit or deadly fart, our art will surely grab our heart O brother mine, the queerest fish, my dainty dish, your loving sister, Nan. Postum Scriptum Nonsensicum: the Latin psalms are difficult to read and a German translation would be helpful! What a pity this is not a letter but the dullest entry from your darling blister. N.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Susie Edmonds said...

Thank you.....Just want to say I enjoy your excepts on The Music Show......
Radio National.....Aust.....Just gorgeous...
Cheers Susie

12:39 PM  
Blogger Nannerl said...

Dear Susie,
I am so touched that you took the trouble to tell me that. Sometimes I wonder if people who listen to or read my diary get any pleasure from it. You've made my day.
Best Wishes,
N

3:52 PM  

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