It is said that the herb Christswoort, or Christmas flower, in plain English Black Helebore, (so called from its springing about this time) helpeth madnesse, distraction, purgeth melancholy and dulnesse. This last expression minds me to caveat the Reader, not to be angry at Helebore because it's called Christmas flowre; for it, poore thing, hurts no body that lets it alone, […] [quoting V. Annand's Mysterium Pietatis, pages 24–25.]
The peculiarity of their attachment, one made up of gentle attentions and pleasant thoughts together, its wordlessness, and its mysterious ending, all had charms for a mind, which naturally clear and direct, had been led by love into a pensive and thoughtful habit.
“Fantasy” (Palmetto) is Mr. Mays’s other recent effort, and on it he presents chamberlike originals and canonical reinterpretations (again including Debussy, Bach and Scriabin).
It has a very narrow facade that gives little indication of the huge auditorium behind it, and before the restoration most of that facade was occupied by a cinema-style readograph announcing coming attractions.