The exhalation of carbon dioxide resulting from photosynthesis, like a sight of satisfaction that goes on for hours; like the lowest note on a stringed instrument, bowed all the way, that vibrates to the limits of music, of pure sound, of silence.
Nel senso antico e primitivo la musica non era una scienza particolare, ma comprendeva tutto ciò che riferivasi alle muse, ossia ogni scienza ed arte atta a svegliare l’ idea di cosa gradevole e bene ordinata. Oggi si applica specialmente all’ Arte di esprimere gl’ interni sentimenti mediante suoni modulati.
I have wept three times in my life. Once, when my first opera failed. Once again, the first time I heard Paganini play the violin. And once, when a truffled turkey fell overboard at a boating picnic.
Step out of
your mind, watch
yourself from afar
very far … Can
you see? The
universe is always
right, there can
be no wrong
Everything is perfect
Over time, his hearing loss became profound: there is a well-attested story that, at the end of the premiere of his Ninth Symphony, he had to be turned around to see the tumultuous applause of the audience; hearing nothing, he wept.
They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.
