She is a hopeless romantic.
“You too,” Sybil said. “He had your first Vogue cover framed, and gave it to Megs. I thought that was a wonderful thing for him to do.” […] “Margaret Winslow Sebastian,” Evvie said suddenly. “I guess today she’s putting that name to rest as well.”
The sky is so absolutely clear with a quadrillion stars.
Sentimentality is the last thing that comes to mind in Schoenberg's Pierrot Lunaire, a 1912 piece seemingly without precedent, and an unrepeated stylistic cul de sac.
Pierrot Lunaire,
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