You want to know what I was thinking?. . . I was thinking that I wished you'd been with me the last couple of days. I mean, I enjoyed getting to know everyone better. We ate lunch together, and the dinner last night was a lot of fun, but it just felt like something was wrong, like I was missing something. It wasn't until I saw you walking up the beach that I realized it was you.
Music is the language of some other state, born of memory. For what can wake the soul's strong instinct of some other world like music?