I have decided to be mad in my old age. I spent decades being silent and brooding, and it was all for naught. Whatever you're feeling, just blurt it out.
I went to the Sacramento Saturday Club, an institution much like the Hell Fire Club, or something like that, only much more sedate. After trying out various nights, they have returned to meeting on Saturday. Many languages are spoken. I hunted down someone I could practice my German on and said silly things in German. My German is good only for silly things. Or perhaps it is I who am good only for silly things.
I made idiotic suggestions about Telemann reviving and Bach fading. Nowadays you are far more likely to hear the former than the latter.
Perhaps I'll join.