Saturday, February 12, 2011


The word today is 'QUODLIBET':

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  1. Dear Pope Catherine,

    I wanted to write to let you know how delighted I am that you were elected to the highest office in the Church. It was about time!
    I've written a quodlibet to celebrate the event. Catholic women all over the world will hum the melody as you sing it with your husband during Easter Mass in Rome.

    Are you children adjusting to life in the Vatican? When I think of all the useless quodlibets that were recited over the centuries to justify keeping women in convents. Ha!

    Yours in Faith,

    Hope Togod.

  2. Dear King Osmar,

    I must complain about the food last night served at your otherwise fine establishment. I know you see this bill and other advancement of LGBT as corrading the moral fiber of the country. May I suggest rabbit instead? First Tokyo, then New York and then London (yes, we can send them up a river). You stand in the way of progress and modernity.

    Please pick up the remains of Lord Overshoot and enclosed is a bill for the damaged.

    Yours Quodlibetly,
    Ramso Gnik

  3. Dear Wolfgang

    Please do not be offended at the laughter which greets every new quodlibet you write and get performed. I feel that your parents should really have explained to you what this musical form is - HUMOROUS! Then the cause of the offence should - like Salieri - simply melt away.

    (No! I said 'Salieri', not 'salary' - your 500 Schillings fee is, as ever, in the violin case of the Second Fiddle).

    We are all looking forward to your 4th birthday, or 1st Symphony, whichever arrives first.

    Yours sincerely
    Emperor Wilhelm

  4. Dear Osmar,

    Read this tweet of yours:

    I am drunk. I arrived late. Wife locked the door. We don´t have garage. Teens are traveling. I refuse to sleep pastoral. Back to the bar!

    C'mon, give the wifey some break, this is just a quodlibet, i bet, on valentines you'll still have a date.

    Your pal

    P. S. where is that Bar? are there handsome Brazilian yuppies there, do make a escape from wifey & bring me there sometime?

  5. Dear David
    Dear Ysabeluna

    According to Dr. Mobs, you both may be studying too much "Psychoneuroimmunology - the study of people who are paranoid they will become allergic to their own brains."

    He he he

    He he he