They Are Quite Hopeless - Drooling, Driveling,

Great Music Is That Which Penetrates The Ear With Facility And Leaves The Memory With Difficulty. Magical Music Never Leaves The Memory.

The Sound Of The Harpsichord Resembles That Of A Bird-cage Played With Toasting-forks.

The British Like Any Kind Of Music So Long As It Is Loud.

Movie Music Is Noise. It's Even More Painful Than My Sciatica.

I Find Brass Bands Have A Melancholy Sound. All Right Out Of Doors, Of Course - Fifty Miles Away. Like Bagpipes, They Turn What Had Been A Dream Into A Public Nuisance.