JOST A MON

The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

This morning while shaving I thought I heard Ode To Joy in the bathroom. I listened carefully, ear cocked, razor at the ready. Nothing. I started to shave again. And there it was, Schiller's heroic chorus. It sounded strangely muted. I stopped to listen and the tune died at once. Shrugging, I continued wielding the razor.

Swish-swish swish-swish,
Swish-swish swish-swish,
Swish-swish-swish-swiiiiiish-swish-swish-swish.


Stop by tomorrow when I report on Beethoven's Fifth played at half tempo:

Swish-swish-swish-swiiiiish!
Swish swish swish swiiiiiiish!

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