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-3- When I was a boy of sixteen - God, what tiny little bit I had seen, read or dreamed of the world, cooped up in that little Western Reserve town, reeking with its sunny complaceny and code of Safety-Firsts. Well, when I was sixteen, I told a girl who lived half a block from us and who had been away, had been to a big normal school, a long distance off, in Michigan, (she was seven years older than I) - "Someday I am going to study why people do what they do."

At that time there were two research projects in mind - one, the psychology of action, seemed the of music, its chords, its louds and [sopts], its emotional qualities, its form and structure. I have, in three years at the [Damrosch] Institute of Musical Art, gained perhaps the first round of musical understanding, altho its spiritual significance leave one baffled with nothing to say except, "Where fine music begins, speech has already proved inadequate." For instance, The Hallelujah Chorus from [Haeudel's] Messiah, while not the very greatest, is impressive music, Dissecting the words, and applying pitiless logic to them, they mean practically nothing. What does one mean when he says - For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. And He shall reign Forever and Ever, Halleluijah?