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magic of Emerson
mind
is
melody; and when the
s
sympathy with
in
the
thought, and beats in time with befalls
a ravishment which
a thinner tune;
watered
phrases
which
it,
there
unfits the recipi
He
ent for any lesser strain. tolerate
scale of
will
no longer and
the weaker before
delighted
seem emptied forever of their old charm and power. It is a music in which color, aroma, and
prismatic
Not Offenbach
s
light
passional,
are
blended.
laughter-like
and giddy but rather a symphony like Beethoven s, which would pierce, or leave the gates of paradise ajar. will
Inevitably there
be no popular, applauding crowd to
keyed for a select group in a vast cathedral, whose roof is the overarching
listen.
sky,
are
It is
and whose
made
of the
We
to
awaken the deepest imaginings
human shall
long, resounding corridors
soul.
never have a second Emerson,
any more than we
shall
have a second