Here's where to find Chapter 22:
The music to go with this week's instalment begins with one of my favourite choral pieces. I first heard it in Durham cathedral when I was an undergraduate: 'Jesus Christ the apple tree.' Fr Wendy sings a verse of it as she sits under a crab apple tree. Poor old Wendy. She's one of those countless thousands who think they can't sing, because someone poked them in the back when they were children and told them they were out of tune. My mother (who sings very nicely, though she doesn't believe it) can remember vividly that poking moment, and the teacher saying: 'Shut up, you: you're growling.' Never, ever tell a child they can't sing, even if they can't. Most will get the hang of it later, but if you poke them, you'll snuff out a bright light for the rest of their life.
Here's the song for you, sung with beautifully rolled Rs in the Anglican manner, by the choir of King's College, Cambridge. I looked in vain for a version by Durham cathedral choir. Sort it out, please, Mr Precentor.
The next musical reference is Jane's dystopian vision of a world run by 'the aggressive homosexual community' forcing people to participate in Sound of Music Sing-alongs. It's quite a big thing, this. Check it out for yourselves here:
And apart from a fleeting reference to this again (mwa ha ha!)
that's about it for this week, other than St Patrick's Breastplate, which is the tune to the Trinity Sunday hymn, 'I Bind unto Myself Today'.
This is a hymn with a long history rooted in the stories of St Patrick. Here's part of it, given a haunting twist, by composer Arvo Part. I play this when I'm besieged by panic or misery, as many writers are from time to time, I'm afraid. 'The Deer's Cry':