Ask Morgana 021: If music be the food of love
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
Wm Shakespeare, ‘Twelfth Night’, Act I, scene 1
The photograph above is a detail from a postcard illustrating the nationalistic Flemish song ‘De Blauwvoet’.
I would like to add a heads-up to followers of this series that I will, at some time feature a handful of erotic images. Meanwhile, if anyone has any questions or comments, or wants to know more about ‘the lifestyle’, please get in touch via the email address on the ‘Contact Me’ page.