oh – platonic love! what do we know of it? we try to be gods, and we have perhaps bathrooms.we all deem to be gods, or have, as i see in todays issue of ad, where a certain margit mayer (maier, mair?) is editor-in-chief, try to have the bathrooms of gods. apart from that, and the unthinkable creations of interior designers (mozart once said he did not want to compose italian operas where men sing as if they were excreting marble), i am positive that most of the bourgeois living space is designed to set stage decorations. i once heard that at one point the entrees of opera houses, their foyers and public spaces, became bigger and more adorned than the actual stage.
one corridor at the opera de paris

well. who would have thought, that the new cinema version of this wonderful jane austen novel pride and prejudice has just all the merits of a wonderful movie? and a triumphant donald sutherland as father bennet in it? delightful, i say, and some of the grandest houses of england! judy dench excels as lady cathryn de burgh, and elisabeth bennet, ah! go, see it, and rejoice!