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A Child Is Born Into A World Of Phenomena All Equal In Their Power To Enslave.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

Rehearsing A Play Is Making The Word Flesh. Publishing A Play Is Reversing The Process.

You Never Quite Know What's Going To Strike Your Imagination, Or Something That Won't Going To Leave You Alone, Not Going To Leave Alone, And This Was One For Me.

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.