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Had a dream of putting on my socks. Or rather, trying to put on my socks. But they were Möbius socks, and I had interminable difficulty in trying to figure out the outside of the socks.
There is already such a great deal of wonderful, beautiful, perfectly executed music in the literature, now and again someone asks, How can there be any more music to be written?
I don't know how, I just write it.
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