“I found that I was singing. She heard me. It was not singing as she thought. It is a nonsense song, she said. Yet if it is, I am singing it for you. If people were to hear such nonsense it would give embarrassment. Not to the creator of it, it is my composition. All others. No. All others would scorn it. Some would offer encouragement, praise, not all are lacking generosity. You think I am so? You are dependent on others, you should have confidence in yoursel...f, I am your man, if you should praise me, why you do not, familiarity. She laughed. Strangers would praise me, our enemies. My song is so beautiful, it could not be denied. You hum this one song, it has no melody. It is a mournful mournful sound, it is mournful.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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