IN THE BETWEEN

„ When we listen to the sublime and mournful sonatas of  Beethoven, when we listen to the tender melodies of Bellini, we fall into a trance; the brain burns and swells; it doors fly open; the mind sweeps forth into unknown world where all is dim, dusk, unutterably wast; gigantic idea pass before us, we attempt to size them, to make them our own, but they vanish like shadows in our arm. And then, as the musics becomes soft and low, the mind returns an nestles to the heart; the senses (…) steeped in laguor. The eyes fill with terars, the memory of the past take form, and a voluptouos sadness permeates the soul, sweet as the sorrow of romantic youth when the real bitterness of life was yet unknown.“       Winwood Reade, 

The Martyrdom of Man