The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.
I grew up with classical music when I was a ballet dancer. Now when I have to prepare an emotional scene to cry or whatever I listen to sonatas. Vivaldi and stuff. It's just beautiful to me.