Photo: New Spectre of the House John Banal tears up as he takes the gavel on Wednesday.
“After people have destroyed all people everywhere, I see heaping mounds of money strewn over the earth, floating on and sinking into the sea...Money and stink, the stink of dung, the stink of money, so foul that in order for the flowers to get a breath of fresh air, the winds will come together and whip the sea into a rage, and blow across the land. Then the green leaves of trees, and grass, will give up their chlorophyll, so that the sea, the wind, the beasts, and the birds will play and sing Nature’s old, sweet melody and rhythm. But since you are people, you will not, unfortunately, be here to hear it.”
Duke Ellington
Music is My Mistress (1973)
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