more on iris murdoch......

ok, so.......i have moved on to the second murdoch goodwill volume...the sacred and profane love machine.....which sports a picture of a mother and son on the cover in italianate glory......not a madonna scene, and certainly not a madonna nursing a sickly grey baby jesus from a breast planted in the middle of her chest as is found in so many northern european galleries..this painting is by Titian and is housed in the Galleria Borghese in Rome....a mother sitting quietly and unobserving as her child plays in the water trough..........so far the themes appear to be mothers and sons......and so far i am amazed that murdoch herself had no sons...for she captures the pain and anguish adeptly.........i have ventured online for the purchase of my next murdoch volume....and i suppose that choice will be made randomly....much like i selected a song or two from the house computer's hard drive to transfer to my pda...and came up with pale green things, cut off their thumbs, when you wake up feeling old, the end has no end, .......possibly not the best of the genre but the best of what i selected at random.......i am looking to order a fairly honourable defeat, an unoffical rose, and under the net.....for no better reasons than i like the names....and i am just about ready to forgive iris for her legendary meanness.....ah well......must get back to my book......