The Drums! Those Beating Drums! On And On And On Throughout The Night! Damn Them! Why Won't They Stop!

Suffering - like an anguished, pith helmeted explorer in an ancient Zombie movie - from heat delirium most of Friday and Saturday morning: that will teach me to labor under the hot sun without a hat. Still, I managed to get a little work done on "Jeeves And The Final Outrage", my P.G Wodehouse pastiche, which can probably be more accurately described as a travesty featuring mis-appropriated characters. It should, God and temperature willing, be completed soon. At any rate, on Thursday I shall post what I have written so far.
Meanwhile, on Saturday night, courtesy of the Robert Benchley Society, I enjoyed watching - through bleary, sun dilated eyes - two old short films starring the man himself. Benchley was a fine speaker of comic lines and performer of dead-pan mime during an era that delighted in a plethora of such characters, otherwise the world might have seen more of him on the screen.
Afterwards, there were requests to listen to Goon Show recording: a demented shriek in a locked cupboard compared to Benchley's droll delivery. Fortunately they could not be found, since, for some reason, the sound of Peter Sellars' voice has always left me feeling extremely depressed.