January 25, 2007 at 4:34 PMIf I am proud of a note, through its last voice, then it will be beauty-if not only a pleasant sound amid lesser things. If I am embarrassed or unsettled by a note as it leaves my bow and fingers, there is nothing in the air that may be called "music".
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