“I flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by. I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in. I hope, and I pray, for a Hester to win just one more “A”… The sadder but wiser girl for me.”

I’m not sure why, but I’m kind of obsessed with this song right now.

I know all about your standards, and if you don’t mind my saying so, there’s not a man alive who could hope to measure up to that blend of Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat, and Noah Webster you’ve got concocted for yourself outta your Irish imagination, your Iowa stubbornness, and your liberry full of books!

Piano Lesson, The Music Man