The Angel of the 3 Ring Opera

This next, and extent, set of captions can only be fully understood if you read them while listening, or at least thinking about, the music and lyrics of Wagner's The Lord Of The Rings... No, wait, that's J.K. Rowland's set of 7 books. Uh? No. That's J.R.R. Tolkien 3 books! Anyway, what I mean is, ART is complicated. Please, concentrate in Wagner's trilogy with a Vorabend ("preliminary evening"), Der Ring des Nibelungen (The Ring of the Nibelung) while appreciating the masterpieces below. Thanks and Enjoy!

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Anderson, Anderson. Why are thou thinking so hard?


Anderson, Anderson, the lucent demi-god of Zeuz god and Gloria mortal. Are thy thoughts still engaged on him who is my biggest match; the being who illuminates the deepest darkness even in the moonlessest nights; and whom is know in this realm by the most unusual of names, Benjamin?


Anderson, Anderson. Thy smile is so radiant, lustrous and brilliant it makes my legses axis tremble. Or is it the legses of the uncommonly called Benjamin, my affliction, that thou are so graciously expressing your euphoria for?


Anderson, Anderson. Your friendly expression is surely envisioning my palpable, unmistakable beauty! No? Then Which...? Oh, no! My heart cries the river Styx for my misfortune. Is it that son of a... most common man and most common woman; with the most uncommon appellative, Benjamin, that fills your head with pleasant thoughts of refreshment, relief, repose and pleasure? Damned be me who cannot chant any known or unknown incantation that will attract your enticements towards this myself, a mortal with a longer toga than that of fortuitous Benjamin. Incontestably, you can appreciate his stronger and more enticing lower limbs than mine.


Anderson, Anderson. I think it makes my feckless, fruitless, ineffective, meaningless, desirability to you which has been waning from, practically, its non existence beginnings since before I learned the difference between you and those like me; and which the older I become the more I predict to be useless to my soul and mind (not to mention my body). And your attentions and intentions become more focused on that most uncommon, Benjamin, then, What it there for me but to consign to oblivion. Oh, Zeus, the father of this wondrous demi-god, Where is your dagga of forgetfulness? Where is your spear of amnesia? Or shall I use some other mechanism that will make my memory disappear slowly, oh so slowly, it would take longer than almost an hour to be effective? I think I'll think about it tomorrow.