Verklärte Yacht
(Impatient voice: “Well, is it a yacht or nacht?”)
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
They like you very much, but they are not the hell your whales.
— Science Officer and ad hoc Cetologist Spock
My intention was to start work on the Op. 216 Consequent Inconsequentialities yesterday (Saturday) but I just lacked the steam. Perhaps as my head lay on the pillow but before I drifted off into sleep the musical germ for the first piece of the seven came to me. In all events, now and again in my dreams, that musical notion got turned over and over. So that today I was ready to address myself to the piece, my conscious musical mind discreetly editing the product of the subconscious.
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