“On the first movement of Claude Debussy's La Mer, From Dawn to Noon: " Ah, my dear friend, there's one particular moment between half past ten and a quarter to eleven that I found stunning!" (with slight variations in phrasing and translation)”

—  Erik Satie

Mary McAuliffe: Twilight of the Belle Epoque (2014), p. 111.
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