And you know, there is one piece of music that I cannot listen to, it makes me cry so much my nose stops up, I cannot breathe, my eyes run like streams.
--wm. styron
It is majestic music; all the suffering of a millennium is in it, all the longing, and all the tenderness; it is unbearable. It ends. A telephone rings: a friend wishes to speak of this same mystic beauty that has swept down out of the skies to fill his distant home.
--wm. durant
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