Many a man has gone muzzy-minded over the writings of Gertrude Stein. Architecturally, linguistically, they hold meaning only for introvert imaginations. To "normal" minds they are just a loose jumble of words which induce mystified laughter and not much curiosity.
Strange indeed have been the noises issuing from the Copland-Sessions Concerts in Manhattan since last spring, when Composers Aaron Copland and Roger Sessions inaugurated them as a clearinghouse for untried music of their contemporaries. Formidably foolish, almost awesome, appeared the prospect of a Copland-Sessions concert next week, with music by Virgil...
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