Dreamed of hearing Don Giovanni early in the morning in our Sackville house; looking at old books still in that house (actually, we've moved them all to Toronto); seeing my parents with the house's new owners and telling them the actual William Faulkner quote, "The past isn't dead. It isn't even past"; reflecting that this was the undead past; driving through Sackville, New Brunswick, in winter and seeing huge walls of ice.
Only a few sign locations are left to enter.
Dinner was spaghetti (which I cooked).
Saw the Russian silent Katka's Rennet Apples at the Cinematheque. It's about unlicensed hawkers hustling for a living in Leningrad. (There's a group raising money for British miners--this being the time of the General Strike.) In the end, the bad characters get taken away by the police, while the good characters find work in a Soviet factory.
Placed a bid on the Classics Illustrated comic book of Victor Hugo's The Man who Laughs!
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