It was full of a strange force & powerful rhythm s- rhythms that seemed to lift one bodily. What struck me about it was its extreme simplicity & economy of means, one of the earmarks of great art.
      The second part started with some orchestrations by Respighi of some ancient airs, among them a Galliard, a recording of which we had back in 1923, at 459 Franklin. How the memories came in a flood! Next came a piece by Albeniz (Isaac Manuel Francisco Albéniz y Pascual) and at the last three excerpts from “Die Meistersinger” I listened to them all with full attention; it is seldom I can listen to a full concert with all my mind.
                                                                     April 10, 1938- Sunday
      What is man composed of anyway? I shudder when I think of the bestial impulses that so often flood my imagination. I am considered a decent citizen because I manage to seep these mental debaucheries from becoming anti-social actions; but as far as I, a lone individual, am concerned, I am that depraved being. And perhaps these orgies of the imagination are all the worse because they are never relieved by actions. Yet may God confine them always to the mind (if they must exist anywhere, and it seems they must.)
      A fine clear cold day, the sunlight so brilliant that it seems like something never before experienced.