The Virtue Of Dress Rehearsals Is That

Applause That Comes Thundering With Such Force You Might Think The Audience Merely Suffers The Music As An Excuse For Its Ovations.

It Is Because The Public Are A Mass Inert, Obtuse, And Passive That They Need To Be Shaken Up From Time To Time So That We Can Tell From Their Bear-like Grunts Where They Are And Also Where They Stand. They Are Pretty Harmless, In Spite Of Their Numbers, Because They Are Fighting Against Intelligence.

To Keep Up Even A Worthwhile Tradition Means Vitiating The Idea Behind It Which Must Necessarily Be In A Constant State Of Evolution: It Is Mad To Try To Express New Feelings In A Mummified Form.

The Virtue Of Dress Rehearsals Is That They Are A Free Show For A Select Group Of Artists And Friends Of The Author, And Where For One Unique Evening The Audience Is Almost Expurgated Of Idiots.

Dieu Est Le Point Tangent De Ze Ro Et De L'infini. God Is The Tangential Point Of Zero And The Infinite.