Fifteen years ago on a day when the big German guns were bombarding Paris a lonely funeral cortège wove its way the length of the anxious, crowded city, past the Tuileries, the Place de la Bastille to the old Père-Lachaise Cemetery. Inside the hearse was the cancer-ridden body of Achille-Claude Debussy, the man who had written the greatest opera since Wagner's Parsifal, whose songs and symphonic works scores of lesser men were trying hard to emulate. Newspapers, crammed with War news, paid scant attention to the passing of Claude Debussy. English-speaking people...
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