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“È un foco quel d’amore” from Agrippina by George Frideric Handel, libretto by 

Vincenzo Grimani, 1709. Soprano Lisa Saffer sings the role of Poppea

in this 1992 recording by the Capella Savaria. 

È un foco quel d’amore,  
che penetra nel core,
ma come, non si sa.
S’accende a poco a poco,
ma poi non trova loco,
e consumar ti fa.

Love is a fire, of that sort
which invades the heart:
but how? Nobody knows.
It is kindled ever so slightly
to the point where, having no further fuel,
it turns upon you.

Source: Spotify

Scottie: What’s this doohickey?

Midge: It’s a brassiere! You know about those things, you’re a big boy now.

Scottie: I’ve never run across one like that.

Midge: It’s brand new. Revolutionary up-lift: No shoulder straps, no back straps, but it does everything a brassiere should do. Works on the principle of the cantilevered bridge.

Scottie: It does?

Midge: An aircraft engineer down the peninsula designed it; he worked it out in his spare time.

Scottie: Kind of a hobby, a do-it-yourself kind of thing!

Thanks to everyone who reached out yesterday with messages of encouragement and concern. I should have been more direct when I said I wasn’t well, because I am well except for a persistent case of vertigo of unknown causes.

Vertigo is practically more metaphor than malady, but it seems really apt for times we’re living. It is the Keystone Cops of medical conditions. I feel fine. I look fine. But at any minute the world starts heaving and spinning under my feet. A change in the position of my head sets it off. So bird watching is out—too much looking up. Hiking is out—too much looking around. And driving is definitely out—just too much looking. 

I have a treatment plan, I’m following doctor’s instructions, etc., etc. I hope to be better soon. In the meantime, enjoy the Vertigo pictures, and consider all the metaphorical possibilities. It is indisputably Hitchcock’s best movie, and possibly the best movie of all time. Just don’t look down.