Miles Davis - Bootleg Series, vol. 2 (Europe '69)
Dexter Gordon - Clubhouse
Johnny Hodges - Side by Side
Thelonious Monk - Solo Monk
Art Tatum - 20th Century Piano Genius (bootleg from somebody's house party)
Hanson - Symphonies 1 & 2 (Eastman-Rochester Orchestra/Howard Hanson)
Schoenberg - Verklärte Nacht, piano and orchestral works (has a 70-something page booklet -- all English) (Chicago SO/Barenboim)
Vaughan Williams - Dona Nobis Pacem, Five Mystical Songs (LPO/Bryden Thomson)
I haven't actually started any of this because I want to go to the record store to get a few more discs so I have just one mass-HAUL-ve HAUL to go through alph-HAUL-betically, as I do. I've messaged my main record-store companion to see if he's game sometime this week but haven't heard back yet.
Only three pages left in Plato's Apology. Pretty tough stuff at times and tonight's reading looks pretty formidable; however, I'm definitely improving and however higher a level than I started, I'm overcoming. Not great at Greek by any stretch but improving. Plato is easier than Cicero, though, or maybe that's just from a few tricks experience has taught me since I read the Catilinarians. Otherwise Roma Æterna, which is on the more difficult side of intermediate but I can handle it with really no problem.
I forget what I read immediately before this, but I'm several chapters into (and halfway through the physical book of Vol. 1 of) Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. I actually know very little about the Roman Empire and almost nothing past Commodus or Pertinax (which is when everything started to go to hell), and I'm learning that and then some. In the first volume is appended Memoirs of My Life and Writings, which is a memoir of Gibbon's life and writings. Often interesting and always dry, it's considered a masterpiece of autobiography but I was more interested in the details of mid-18th-century life rather than Gibbon's in particular. I'm glad to have read it but probably never will again.
Gibbon had a kind of cyst on his testicles (actually a hydrocene) that grew over decades until he couldn't bear it anymore and went to the doctor. He got the thing drained and drained again and drained a third time; after the third time the wound got infected and he died. Really shitty (not to mention embarrassing) way to go. In one of the drainages the doctor took out six quarts -- a gallon and a half -- of fluid. Just one operation, not cumulative.