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ink_n_impindeed, tis quite an amusing movie. Silly, and yet not bad.
On that note, I feel like talking about my dear friend and companion, Walter the Hunchback of Grace Cathedral. Lindsay has already talked about Walter to some detail, but I feel like adding my two cents to the matter.
You see, for the last year, every Saturday through Sunday, Lindsay and I have been lulled into a mindless dispondency by the bells of Grace Cathedral. And not just ringing bells on the hour and half hour. No...I'm talking hymnals every five minutes, LITERALLY EVERY FIVE MINUTED. I mean, there ARE only so many times one can listen to "Amazing Grace" courtesy of hundreds of pounds of brass.
Now, those among you are thinking "Silly Nella and Lindsay, those bells are automatic, they aren't ACTUALLY rung by a bell ringer". But when you have to listen to them, every weekend (though, to be honest, Lindsay has suffered more than I because I at least go home most weekends) you have to get very imaginative to stay sane.
Hence my friend, Walter the Hunchback of the Incrediable Endurance. Today, Lindsay lost patience with him and screamed out of the window, telling him to lay off the bells. Unfortunately, Walter is quite deaf from all that ringing, and could not hear her plea.
I suppose I shall never meet Walter, since I leave Brittany on the 12th, and will be living at Water St. next year. But I suppose I shall miss his annoying and yet endearing bell ringing. Where else can I go to hear such a terrible rendition of "All Glory Laud and Honor"? I know not. I know whenever I hear bells ringing, I shall think of our fine hunchback, and shed a tear.
Who knows...perhaps during the summer months Walter visits the Phantom of Brittany, the Phantom of the that opera house in Wilmington, and various other ghetto ghosts/phantoms/supernatural beings. Perhaps they all take a break on a beach somewhere with a pack of Coronas and some beach chairs and just watch the dolphins swim by. Perhaps they all get a chortle while Walter speaks of the many Brittany inhabitants he's driven crazy over the year, as the Phantom of Brittany will be able to attest.
who knows. I'm tired and am watching "the Fifth Element". And I feel like writing something else besides my essay.
On that note, I feel like talking about my dear friend and companion, Walter the Hunchback of Grace Cathedral. Lindsay has already talked about Walter to some detail, but I feel like adding my two cents to the matter.
You see, for the last year, every Saturday through Sunday, Lindsay and I have been lulled into a mindless dispondency by the bells of Grace Cathedral. And not just ringing bells on the hour and half hour. No...I'm talking hymnals every five minutes, LITERALLY EVERY FIVE MINUTED. I mean, there ARE only so many times one can listen to "Amazing Grace" courtesy of hundreds of pounds of brass.
Now, those among you are thinking "Silly Nella and Lindsay, those bells are automatic, they aren't ACTUALLY rung by a bell ringer". But when you have to listen to them, every weekend (though, to be honest, Lindsay has suffered more than I because I at least go home most weekends) you have to get very imaginative to stay sane.
Hence my friend, Walter the Hunchback of the Incrediable Endurance. Today, Lindsay lost patience with him and screamed out of the window, telling him to lay off the bells. Unfortunately, Walter is quite deaf from all that ringing, and could not hear her plea.
I suppose I shall never meet Walter, since I leave Brittany on the 12th, and will be living at Water St. next year. But I suppose I shall miss his annoying and yet endearing bell ringing. Where else can I go to hear such a terrible rendition of "All Glory Laud and Honor"? I know not. I know whenever I hear bells ringing, I shall think of our fine hunchback, and shed a tear.
Who knows...perhaps during the summer months Walter visits the Phantom of Brittany, the Phantom of the that opera house in Wilmington, and various other ghetto ghosts/phantoms/supernatural beings. Perhaps they all take a break on a beach somewhere with a pack of Coronas and some beach chairs and just watch the dolphins swim by. Perhaps they all get a chortle while Walter speaks of the many Brittany inhabitants he's driven crazy over the year, as the Phantom of Brittany will be able to attest.
who knows. I'm tired and am watching "the Fifth Element". And I feel like writing something else besides my essay.
