Into winter's night a little comfy flannel
Oh, one really is well reconciled
with this execrated world, to see
at least the young unrelegated to
the itchier textures of life. One
may well think I couldn't possib-
ly be serious; but as to that, no
more than two responses tumble to
this affidavit. First, it doesn't
matter a fig whether I am or not.
Second, it's like Russian vacuum
tubes in your pre-amp, if you're
listening, some night. It's only
what the music deserves. I don't
ask how old is Thomas Tallis, as
many anguished millions will not
hear him. He can't be nullified,
or flannel made to be unfeeling.
Or shall the lamb have no voice?
Jancis Ancens for Zegna
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