Chapter 4 Romanticism Boils up and over and Burns Out
Last October, Lucetta was boiling up her Peony Phlox and Passion Fruit marmalade, which always sells well at the Chezlee, Ont., Parsnip and Arts Fest Bake Sale due to its rumoured aphrodisiac properties. But in the midst of her boil, Lucetta suddenly remembered she'd forgotten to give Sue-Louise (our pet sow) her annual bath. Abandoning her batch of marmalade (and her marbles, for that matter) she and Sue-Louise spent the afternoon in the lily pond swamp, frolicking and bathing, and completely oblivious of the turmoil and trauma happening in our kitchen, which I entered only to find a crisp brown/black smudge hardened over the surface of the floor, ceiling and every single kitchen utensil in the room.
Needless to say, her marmalade had BOILED UP AND OVER AND BURNT OUT.
As I recalled the incident during recent intercourse with the Professor on the stairs, he said (and I quote): "That's it! That's what happened to ROMANTICISM. Exactly the same thing. It boiled up, boiled over and burned out." Now, the Romantic Period in Music (1825 1900, roughly) was
