Source: The Romantic Generation (1995), Ch. 1 : Music and Sound
“Music, from being an ordered succession of sounds, has become a matter of "sonorities", and anyone who can produce a brightly coloured brick of unusual shape is henceforth hailed as an architect.”
"Toute réaction est vraie", p. 91.
Music, Ho! (1934)
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