So Becky was giving me some ideas of what she wanted from me for Christmas, and one of these things was a good recording of the Mozart Requiem, part of which is played at the end of Amadeus to wrench our hearts out as the poor fellow wastes away and dies.
Wishing to display my musical knowledge in particular and my broad cultural background in general, I asked, “In German or English?”
She hesitated for a second. “It’s in Latin.”
“Oh,” I mumbled. “I knew that.”
Some days are like that.
Biscuit City 