I'm planning to end my self-imposed silence now that the semester's drawing to a close and I've met my deadlines. In the meantime, a brief cell-phone conversation between me and Alex about a wonderful novel he'd lent me, set in a Midwestern university in first half of the last century:
M: "It was amazing, gorgeous. Lyrical and tragic in a very understated way. I want to turn it into an opera!"
A: "Yeah, I thought about that too, but it's so quiet and internal. There's almost no dialogue, and nothing really happens."
M: "Dude, you just described my ideal opera scenario."