A Crowd Pagan As Ever Imperial Rome

If I Could Believe The Quakers Banned Music Because Church Music Is So Damn Bad, I Should View Them With Approval.

The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me For Here Was Love, Was Not To Be Drowned Out. And Here Desire, Not To Be Kissed Away. The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me.

Speak Against Unconscious Oppression, Speak Against The Tyranny Of The Unimaginative, Speak Against Bonds.

Compose In The Sequence Of The Musical Phrase, Not In Sequence Of A Metronome.

In Our Time, The Curse Is Monetary Illiteracy, Just As Inability To Read Plain Print Was The Curse Of Earlier Centuries.