I know that Wilhemina will
I have many meetings today and am heading to London tonight, so I’ll have to catch up later. But, for the moment, this:
Scene: The home of a retired Oxford don who is showing me his impressive collection of musical instruments, accumulated from a lifetime of international research. We have just looked at dozens of wooden flutes and horns made of actual horns and a couple of trumpets made from human femurs and a conch shell trumpet that is nearly 2000 years old. We are now looking at a shelf of small curiosities, proceeding from right to left.
Don: You probably know what this is [he picks up a small bird whistle and demonstrates it]
Harriet: I do — I may even have one of those at home.
Don: And these are ocarinas [there are ocarinas shaped like frogs and horses and people]
Harriet: Ocarinas seem to inspire a great deal of creativity. [We both pause as we come to the next instrument, an anatomically correct and slightly larger-than-life sized reproduction of a portion of the male anatomy]
Don: Hmm. Well, then there’s this rather rude little instrument.
Harriet: It is rather.
Don: I didn’t buy that one. It was bought for me by a friend as a joke. [Pause] But it is rather funny isn’t it?
Harriet: It certainly is.
Don: I’m not sure I should tell you how you play it.
[Post title from an obscure Irving Berlin tune, "Ocarina"]