The Musical Emotion Springs Precisely From The

The Work Of The Painter, The Poet Or The Musician, Like The Myths And Symbols Of The Savage, Ought To Be Seen By Us, If Not As A Superior Form Of Knowledge, At Least As The Most Fundamental And The Only One Really Common To Us All; Scientific Thought Is Merely The Sharp Point More Penetrating Because It Has Been Whetted On The Stone Of Fact, But At The Cost Of Some Loss Of Substance And Its Effectiveness Is To Be Explained By Its Power To Pierce Sufficiently Deeply For The Main Body Of The Tool To Follow The Head.

The Musical Emotion Springs Precisely From The Fact That At Each Moment The Composer Withholds Or Adds More Or Less Than The Listener Anticipates On The Basis Of A Pattern That He Thinks He Can Guess, But That He Is Incapable Of Wholly Divining. . . .

I Am The Place In Which Something Has Occurred.

Not Only Does A Journey Transport Us Over Enormous Distances, It Also Causes Us To Move A Few Degrees Up Or Down In The Social Scale. It Displaces Us Physically And Also For Better Or For Worse Takes Us Out Of Our Class Context, So That The Colour And Flavour Of Certain Places Cannot Be Dissociated From The Always Unexpected Social Level On Which We Find Ourselves In Experiencing Them.

Enthusiastic Partisans Of The Idea Of Progress Are In Danger Of Failing To Recognize The Immense Riches Accumulated By The Human Race. By Underrating The Achievements Of The Past, They Devalue All Those Which Still Remain To Be Accomplished.