"The sun--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city [London] in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray. It lighted up the room where the murdered woman lay. It did. He tried to shut it out, but it would stream in. If the sight had been a ghastly one in the dull morning, what was it, now, in all that brilliant light!
--Oliver Twist
Thursday of the week before last the Classic Book Club met at Noonan's (formerly Dora Keogh) to discuss Oliver Twist. Or we would have, except that I was the only one who showed up! Howard also came, but he thought it was the History Meetup... I'll give the group one more try with Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions, but it looks like it's dying.
Last Monday my memoir group met in person for the first time since before the pandemic struck. We gathered at Sylvie's house on pretty Alcina Avenue and wrote about cartoons and speculation. We're going to meet online through Zoom, starting tomorrow.
I can now show DVDs in my Friday watch party! (It took Donald to figure it out, of course.) The last two weeks I've rented and shown David Lean's Oliver Twist and Danny Kaye's Hans Christian Andersen. (This week it's The Wild Bunch, but I can stream that one through Google Play.)
I was going to attend a Karaoke Meetup yesterday, but I couldn't find the place! (Google Maps turned out to be unreliable.) Oh well, at least I got out of the house...
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