Boucher’s wife was a clever player on the harp, but seems to have adopted her husband’s doubtful means of winning the applause of the public. She used to play duets for piano and harp, with one hand on each instrument.

– Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians, entry for Boucher, Alexandre-Jean

(how’d I manage to put in a Sherlock reference there)

puzzling plays

I borrowed A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen from the school library some time ago, and I haven’t returned it yet. Since it’s the school holidays now, I wasn’t sure if I was accruing an insane amount of fines. So, I checked the school library online portal.

Lo and behold, no record of me borrowing A Doll’s House! Instead there was a record of The Alchemist by Ben Jonson.

I went to Google it. Turns out The Alchemist seems fairly obscure and is about… guess what, an alchemist! I went to read the first few lines online. And…

Face. Believe ‘t, I will.
Subtle. Thy worst. I fart at thee.

I… wait.. I FART at thee?!