In That Case I Will Devote My

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

Combine Nursing Homes With Nursery Schools. Bring Very Old And Very Young Together: They Interest One Another.

If My Work Is Accepted, I Must Move On To The Point Where It Is Not.

We Only Hear What We Listen For.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.