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Russian Civilization

Its not a new thing. Russian culture, Russian civilization has never moved to me, in the least. Yes, there was an inspiration from Tolstoy in my teens, some deep readings in Dostoyevsky which were timely for the age, but it never endured beyond that. Nothing about Tchaikovsky ever caught my ear for more than three seconds, nor Rachmaninoff nor any of the other supposed “greats” — Prokofiev and all. Just emotion and empty fanfare, a pointless projection of an imagined grandiosity. Nothing enduring in it at all, in my spiritual formation at the time. Nothing surprising.

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