<o'gorman's "a spiritual experience"> 2002-11-24.7:53 p.m. A Spiritual Experience Ned O'Gorman Handel's sister fainted when she heard a chord Beethoven wrote; her soul brushed against a hedgehog, her cheek- bone shook. It was just too much all round, nothing like her brother's scaletta of tone sliding through the eardrums. A nun went to market. "I fear an assault-" Her prickly soul contorted on the tarmac. Riding on the hood she saw God, who tipped his millennium cap and pointed to the steam pushing from the engine. The nun, whose mission had been salad for the evening meal, fell dead upon the wheel, crashed a road divider, plunged into a field and lay open to the broaching fire wheels back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad