Bork Bork Bork

I don't think it's just that it's the voices of children or that it's from a musical or that I can't understand any of the words, but Präriens drottning from Kristina från Duvemåla makes me smile, no matter how much insomnia and disillusionment urge me to frown. Or at least to conserve my energy with bland expressionlessness.

My sister is dating a lovely Swedish fellow, and it wins me no end of points with him and his friends that I own the three-disc soundtrack to Kristina från Duvemåla. Or the pricey compilation De Första Åren Agnetha Fältskog 1967-1979. They don't seem to mind that my devotion is to Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus and to ABBA rather than to Sweden.

Maybe I'm just trying to see how many special characters I know the HTML for.