They Are Quite Hopeless - Drooling, Driveling,

We Cannot Expect You To Be With Us All The Time, But Perhaps You Could Be Good Enough To Keep In Touch Now And Again.

The Sound Of A Harpsichord - Two Skeletons Copulating On A Tin Roof In A Thunderstorm.

There Are No Woman Composers, Never Have Been And Possibly Never Will Be.

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

There Are Two Golden Rules For An Orchestra: Start Together And Finish Together. The Public Doesn't Give A Damn What Goes On In Between.