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Here were the tart herbs of plain American speech, the pasture, without the flowers of elocution… the clean rhythms… the irony and the homespun tenderness that, in a fine perforation, reached a sustained exaltation.
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Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for forty-five minutes.
- Aaron Copland