So, if life were a bitch and then we die, need we say or do or think anymore of the matter? If life were a bitch and then we die, might we not surmise that it be our duty to screw life before we die, that we might gain some small pleasure, some small satisfaction from our life the life we live, before we die? But of course, some of us might as some point, consider that it is life which screws the living and not the living who does the screwing. And, in the knowledge that the term screwing can have an ambivalent meaning, in that it can mean participating in an event from which we derive pleasure, as well as being used as a pejorative term of abuse. So it is that life and living can be both pleasurable and miserable to us who are required to endure it. To live it, to savour it. And so it is that I wish to comment on the beauty of music, with which we can fill many moments of our lives and our living with. Music, said the song, is the food of love. Yet, we need not
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