Whenever you reach for me.....
I am normally so proud to be a Canadian! I'll fly the flag and pour maple syrup over anything at all. I could even make a cogent case for why a rodent is a fitting national symbol for a country. Celine Dion may not be our greatest ambassador at the best of times. When people say 'Oh, you're a Canadian - so is Celine Dion" I wonder why they couldn't have mentioned Lester B. Pearson, Pierre Trudeau, Donald Sutherland or somebody else. A recent recording of Celine Dion favourites in a 'Gregorian' style really hits the nerve, though. Who are these people? Are they serious? Are they taking the piss?
There's really no question but that I have to order this from Amazon simply to say that I own my own copy - that something which so typified the empty and vacuous nature of the age I live in did not pass me unnoticed and unacquired.
When you go to the Amazon site, check out the sound clips at the bottom of the page. My favourite is the first one - "The Power of Love" - all those long nights at the monastery with nothing but other monks, a roaring fire and a Muzak machine.
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