2.

{Romeo and Juliet keysheet. (White Studio theatrical photographs, 1912.)}


{Two views of musculature of the arm. (Anatomical studies of the bones and muscles, for the use of artists, from drawings by the late John Flaxman, engraved by Henry Landseer, with explanatory notes by William Robertson.)}

Astaire and Rogers. Lancelot and Guinevere. Aristotle and Plato. Aces and Spades. Abbott and Costello. Lady and Tramp. Bonnie and Clyde. My Helter and Skelter life. Salt and Pepper in my dinner.

Owl and Pussycat. Victoria and Albert. Romeo and Juliet. You and Me. At quick glance, the Internet and history books awash with pairs linked arm in arm. With duos dynamic. With one plus one.

And as one continues to look about, there are many songs, too, that hold a two.

Just we two.
Two little girls in blue.
Two little eyes of blue.
You know a thing or two.
There are two sides to every story.
Two hearts that beat as one.
Two sisters from the same old home.
Two marionettes.

In Cantonese, two is a homophone of the character for 'easy'. Good things, they say, good things come paired. Like luck. And of such, of luck I mean, I have been fortunate enough to see Graeme Murphy’s Romeo and Juliet two times. (On Wednesday of last week, and last Tuesday evening. Giddy delightful decadence come here!) I saw two different casts perform to that brilliant score of Prokofiev’s, new chorography to make one swoon.

And in taking a different pathway home, today I found a crumpled $20 note on the pavement (and not a soul/rightful owner in sight). So here is to the 2!