“Music–good music, great music–had a hard, irreducible purity to it. It might be bitter and despairing and pessimistic, but it could never be cynical.”
“What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves–the music of our being–which is transformed by some into real music.”
-Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time, p. 135.
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