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Foote Diary: January 4th, 1985
Snowbound. Close to a foot outside, and still a soft, feathery downshift of flakes coming out of the sky, sifted above by a gentle wind. Temperature, low 20’s. By noon it stopped; a quite blanket, scarcely worn by footprints; so few people are stirring, with East Parkway, all but empty of cars…. Played Mozart quartets, then Bartol’s? ditto.
Read Barry Hannah’s The Tennis Handsome, though only with occasional pleasure. I realize the old forms are showing serious signs of wear, but that doesn’t make the new ones any good, at least as far as I’ve reacted to them-all that is, but Marquez, who is not so much new as good.
Thermometer stayed in the low-20’s all day, but warmer weather in forecast for tomorrow and Sunday, Thank God.
Watched a Bill Buckley’s “Firing Line” TV program on censorship and the so called Moral Majority. Not much to it, on either side. Asleep by 11:30.