This, from friend Paul Howe:

From the opening of Anthony Lane’s review of Harry Potter in the latest New Yorker:

Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe) is now fourteen, and, while he gives little sign of doing what Lord Rochester planned to do at the same age, there are nonetheless changes afoot. Harry’s voice, like that of his best friend, Ron (Rupert Grint), sounds like the mating cry of an oboe, and, worse still, the two cease to be best friends.

Heh.

3 Comments

  1. The only thing scarier to me than the mating cry of an oboe is the picture I get in my head of oboes actually mating.

    Wow, though, what a descriptive phrase!
    -Sarah

  2. Patricia Mitchell

    I have a sneakin’ suspicion that writers who use the word “oboe” in articles such as this one are often just showing off. Perhaps as if to say, “See? I know what an oboe is!”

    Or something like that.

    Silly writers.

    BUT … if oboes mated and produced oboe reeds I’d be one happy camper! :-)

  3. Huh!  How dare he?  *giggle*  Not sure if I can look at my oboe the same way again.