I was reminded of Janet Cardiff's Forty Part Motet the other day, which I saw (heard?) at the Liverpool Tate several years ago. After rooting about in the Music Room for a while, I found my copy of Tallis's Spem in Alium, and I am still listening to it today, it's so fine.
So why not wait until the sun's over the yardarm (bearing in mind that it's over it somewhere in the world), have someone pour you a tumbler of Armagnac, put your feet up and relax.
Maybe ponder on this, though.
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