DAY ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR
Whatever unfriendly stars and comets do, whatever stormy heavens are unfurled, my spirit be like fire in this, too, that all the straws and rubbish of the world only feed its flame.
Cello trio, untreated and treated.
VI V II I | ii ii6 V VII6/4 iii
Untitled No. 2 (or I Saw Her. She Looked; Then Turned Away.)