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grow will season my literary sense. Fine music is seldom cluttered, and if I can attune my thought patterns to the purity and brilliance of music once again, perhaps I shall ultimately produce less cluttered writing -- which means that I must either strive for perfection or cease to try at all, for mediocricy [sic] in passion produces a tin-horn Christ. I've set