Beauty Must Appeal To The Senses, Must

When Asked By A Grumpily Puzzled Professor What "rules" He Followed, Debussy Is Said To Have Retorted, Mon Plaisir "whatever I Please" And He Further Claimed That More Was To Be Gained By Watching The Sun Rise Than By Listening To The Pastoral Symphony. Although Such Remarks Were Intended To Shock, They Contain A Core Of Debussyan Verity.

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.

Music Is In The Space Between The Notes.

But Music, Don't You Know, Is A Dream From Which The Veils Have Been Lifted. It's Not Even The Expression Of A Feeling, It's The Feeling Itself.

Composers Aren't Daring Enough. They're Afraid Of That Sacred Idol Called 'common Sense', Which Is The Most Dreadful Thing I Know - After All, It's No More Than A Religion Founded To Excuse The Ubiquity Of Imbeciles!