Words and Music #1

A sonata is not the passing of geese, it is not a stream’s noise, nor the sound of a nightingale.  A violin does not speak, does not  chatter.  The catastrophe of a symphony’s wild end is not a storm breaking upon land.  It is not the shuddering and sundering of a house.  But it is in part, she would say, the understanding of these things.  You must be brutal, terrible, but with great sympathy, sympathy for all things, and yet no mercy.  Was that why the government wanted no music?  Because music was the only thing with any religion to it?  –Jesse Ball, The Curfew

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