On an early winter day we all get together to try to make our world a little lighter and to celebrate two thousand years since the dawn of the West, which eclipsed both Caesar and Pharoah, leading in the end to Washington and Moscow, the loving hearts of our own lives’ romance, of century twenty-one, of the modern era.
When you look back, you can’t really see how it all fits together — you can just hear the music and dream of the deserts of Israel and Palestine. It’s beautiful, just like city traffic in snow or Coke in a tall glass with ice or Chinese calligraphy on rice paper.
It’s very late and I’m very pretentious. I’m making myself smile. Good-night. Merry Christmas everybody. I wish you all the very best and love you dearly.
“God bless us, every one.”