Maybe There Is A Beast… Maybe It's

They Walked Along, Two Continents Of Experience And Feeling Unable To Communicate.

The World, That Understandable And Lawful World, Was Slipping Away.

Beethoven For Listening; Liszt, Chopin, And Beethoven For Playing As Well As Bach And Prokofiev And So On. If I Kept Going, This List Would Spiral. It's As Wide As Literature; In Fact, It Is Probably Wider.

Honestly, I Haven't The Time To Read Contemporary Writers. I Know This Is Awful, But In The Main It Is True.

Among The Virtues And Vices That Make Up The British Character, We Have One Vice, At Least, That Americans Ought To View With Sympathy. For They Appear To Be The Only People Who Share It With Us. I Mean Our Worship Of The Antique. I Do Not Refer To Beauty Or Even Historical Association. I Refer To Age, To A Quantity Of Years.