The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Collect 'Em All #5

Joan Blondell
(No. 32 in a series of 48 from Gallaher Tobacco, Virginia House, London & Belfast)
"I've had lots of 'favourite' screen roles, but the one I enjoyed playing most was 'Gold Diggers of 1937,' because I appeared in the leading part opposite my husband, Dick Powell. Dick and I had been old friends at the First National studios (we first acted together in 'Gold Diggers of 1932'). But if all our pictures are as successful as the 1937 edition, then I shall have lots more 'favourite' roles."

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