Little Hawk,

The last day of March, and this evening my son and I watched Equus. I hadn't seen it since when it first came out--I knew it was powerful, but it hit me all over again. I'll borrow from Eliot

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

I figure this 16-year-old can understand it all, and I might as well contribute what I can to his liberal education. He asked if we can get A Clockwork Orange after reading a review of a film that opened a couple of weeks ago. I don't remember which it was now, I think the new film is a pale imitation. I'll pick Clockwork up at the library or get it through NetFlix. I'm glad he wants to do his own comparing, not only taking the word of the reviewer, or perhaps, taking the reviewer's meaning and looking back to the original.

April, and a young man's fancy turns to mindbending and psychoanalysis dramas. . . I'm quite impressed that young Daniel Radcliff (Harry Potter) took on this role on stage. He clearly wants to be a serious actor after all of the Wizardry is over.

SRS