" "You should have: I played the great fugue in A minor expressly for your entertainment: you used to work at Liszt's transcription of it.

From childhood he had listened to the sounds of the organ; doubtless himself often gave breath to the soundboard with his hands on the lever of the bellows, while his father's volant touch, Instinct through all proportions low and high, Fled and pursued transverse the resonant fugue; and the father's organ-harmony we yet hear in the son's verse as in none but his.

How I hale those Bach fugues!

But as there are in those same tubes of oozy paint horrific visions like Franz Stuck's "War," or portraits of plutocrats by Bonnat, and as there are in ink-bottles sad potencies of tailors' bills and scathing reviews of this very book, so it is possible under the name of music to write fugues and five-finger exercises, and yet more settings of "Hiawatha," or "Du bist wie eine Blume"