The British Like Any Kind Of Music

No Operatic Star Has Yet Died Soon Enough For Me.

No Woman Is Worth The Loss Of A Night's Sleep.

What Can You Do With It? It's Like A Lot Of Yaks Jumping About.

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

The Function Of Music Is To Release Us From The Tyranny Of Conscious Thought.