Not Exactly The End Of The Day

Just finished Julian Barnes's The Sense of an Ending. It got under my skin in a not terribly pleasant but wholly beneficent way of which more when I get a free minute. Not too many of those today as I'm taking some students to the Esplanade for a bit of culture: Bach, Mozart & Beethoven - which is almost like having everything except it's J.C. and not J.S. Bach so it's not quite.