God Rot Tunbridge Wells!

00:01:22 This night, this very night

00:05:18 and I can't pretend to wearing them.

00:10:00 but where, on God's earth, was Halle?

00:15:49 Old Buck, ulcerated, fevered, paralysed twice

00:18:37 And now? Sightless in Brook Street.

00:22:19 But what I have left behind is polished

00:28:33 There are those who will not hear even the last sounding trumpet

00:32:58 "No certain bliss, no solid peace

00:37:39 "What wretched music they are playing, "

00:41:13 I can swear and eat and drink in them too

00:45:21 Congreve

00:50:11 Once, I was in Oxford for a series of my own concerts

00:54:31 I have always repaid with considerable interest.

00:58:16 it was because there was no time

01:03:43 Profligacy bites the hand like the aggrieved borrower

01:08:36 to be taken up, as it were, into a court of law

01:14:43 my first performance of my Deborah

01:18:06 Opera being too expensive

01:26:44 "for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, "

01:31:12 I hoped it might be some small remedy against gin

01:34:20 and all in praise of that great Duke of Cumberland

01:39:57 What effort!

01:44:49 and then told me

01:48:49 Dear God, the new, massive, modish scoring...