I’m impressed--a few people nailed the question.  A few others I helped out a bit, and the upshot is the CDs are gone.  Thanks for playing.

“Geese Aplenty” was the title of a work by Woody Allen’s fictional playwright, Jorgen Lovborg, in the essay “Lovborg’s Women Considered.” The essay was originally published in The New Yorker, and is available in the Allen compilation Without Feathers, which you should read--along with Side Effects and Getting Even.

Other play titles by Lovborg: “A Mother’s Gums,” “Those Who Squirm,” “I Prefer to Yodel,” “While We Three Hemorrhage,” and “Mellow Pears.”

What kind of playwright was Lovborg?  Allen treats us to an excerpt from “Mellow Pears”:

BERTE: Do say you like the way we furnished the house!  It was so hard on a ventriloquist’s salary.
MRS. SANSTAD: The house is--serviceable.
BERTE: What?  Only serviceable?
MRS. SANSTAD: Whose idea was the red satin elk?
BERTE: Why, your son’s.  Henrick is a born decorator.
MRS. SANSTAD (suddenly): Henrick is a fool!
BERTE: No!
MRS. SANSTAD: Did you know that he did not know what snow was until last week?
BERTE: You’re lying!
MRS. SANSTAD: My precious son.  Yes, Henrick--the same man who went to prison for mispronouncing the word “dipthong.”
BERTE: No!
MRS. SANSTAD: Yes.  And with an Eskimo in the room at the time!
BERTE: I don’t want to hear about it!
MRS. SANSTAD: But you will, my little nightingale!  Isn’t that what Henrick calls you?
BERTE: (crying): He calls me nightingale! Yes, and sometimes thrush!  And hippo!
(Both women weep ashamedly).
MRS. SANSTAD: Berte, dear Berte!...Henrick’s earmuffs are not his own!  They are owned by a corporation.
BERTE: We must help him.  He must be told he can never fly by flapping his arms.
MRS. SANSTAD: Henrick knows everything.  I told him your feelings about his arch supports.
BERTE: So! You tricked me!
MRS. SANSTAD: Call it what you will.  He’s in Oslo now.
BERTE: Oslo!
MRS. SANSTAD: With his geranium…
BERTE: I see.  I...see.  (She wanders through the French doors upstage).

I’m proud to pay tribute to this great, if nonexistent, artist.