“If someone cares about me enough to protect me from harm, then perhaps I should care about myself.” As social creatures, we are influenced by what others think of us and feel about us. This is best expressed by their actions.
- Paul Klee, Refuge (1930)
Film and Stage
- The Dresser, a film about an assistant to a once-great Shakesperean actor, who tries to keep his boss going. The 2015 remake garnered equally high critical acclaim
- Little Girl (demands, and expects, protection,” and she gets it): an abandoned two-year-old girl “
Music: Composers, artists, and major works
- Raga Durga, a Hindustani classical raag for late evening: performances by Nikhil Banerjee, Imrat Khan and Amjad Ali Khan
- Balada, Cello Concerto No. 2 (2001)
- Bax, Oboe Quintet (1922)
- Weinberg, Trio for flute, viola and harp, Op. 127 (1979): 1. Crochet = 63; 2. Crochet = 48; 3 Dotted Crochet = 92.
- John Garth (1721-1810), Six Concertos for the Violincello, Op. 1: Concerto No. 1 in D major; No. 2 in B-flat Major; No. 3 in A Major; No. 4 in B flat major ; No. 5 in D minor (1. Adagio; 2. Adagio - Affettuoso; 3. Allegro moderato); No. 6 in G Major – the cello evokes a parental figure.
- Elcock, Haven: Fantasia on a Theme of J.S. Bach, Op. 4
Music: songs and other short pieces
- Nawang Khechog, Tibet for Peace Sanctuary
- “Nothing’s Gonna Harm You,” from “Sweeney Todd”
- Paul Simon, “St. Judy’s Comet”
On waking up, Cosette had run to get her shoe. In it she had found the gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new twenty-franc pieces of the Restoration, on whose effigy the little Prussian queue had replaced the laurel wreath. Cosette was dazzled. Her destiny began to intoxicate her. She did not know what a gold piece was; she had never seen one; she hid it quickly in her pocket, as though she had stolen it. Still, she felt that it really was hers; she guessed whence her gift had come, but the joy which she experienced was full of fear. She was happy; above all she was stupefied. Such magnificent and beautiful things did not appear real. The doll frightened her, the gold piece frightened her. She trembled vaguely in the presence of this magnificence. The stranger alone did not frighten her. On the contrary, he reassured her. Ever since the preceding evening, amid all her amazement, even in her sleep, she had been thinking in her little childish mind of that man who seemed to be so poor and so sad, and who was so rich and so kind. Everything had changed for her since she had met that good man in the forest. Cosette, less happy than the most insignificant swallow of heaven, had never known what it was to take refuge under a mother's shadow and under a wing. For the last five years, that is to say, as far back as her memory ran, the poor child had shivered and trembled. She had always been exposed completely naked to the sharp wind of adversity; now it seemed to her she was clothed. Formerly her soul had seemed cold, now it was warm. Cosette was no longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some one there. [Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (1862), Volume II – Cosette; Book Third – Accomplishment of a Promise Made To a Dead Woman, Chapter IX, Thénardier and His Manouvres.]