Browsing the CD bin at my public library today, I was pleased to see a drawer marked “Sacred.”  Their definition of “sacred music,” however, turns out to be different from mine.

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I have instructed my man Jeeves to procure a copy of “The Harmonious Blacksmith” forthwith and eftsoons, if that’s the expression I want. It sounds like just the thing for the young master to sing in his bathtub.