but am now, somewhat surprisingly, in the process of writing a book.
Oranges are not the only fruit
anything by Fabio Biondi
or Claudio Arrau or Oistrakh comes to mind.
plz no Barenboim and no Glenn Gould, will take Britney Spears any day over these.
while we're at it none of the more recent french philosophers no Foucault, nor Lacan. in their stead Oscar Wilde's The spirit of man (under socialism) and Russell's Conquest of happiness or Praise of idleness.
Some of my favourite quotes are
*youth is wasted on the young
*sex is the last refuge of the miserable
*abominable to the wicked is an honest man, and abominable to the righteous is a villain
that which is truely private, can hardly be articulated.
Plus if you speak spanish I really need this book I have by Neruda read out to me. Something about 100 love sonnets?