Cold has descended on us. Leaves are blowing. We had a ladies' night.
We sang the 3 ladies of The Magic Flute, most of their choruses from both acts. I wreaked a little havoc by not remembering if I was Lady 1, 2 or 3.
Tonight we learned again that women are full of idle chatter, and that men's virtue lies in being firm and steady: not listening to women, and not speaking much themselves.
It must be silent in that temple.

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