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| Tchaikovsky and Dostoevsky Revisited by Leslie Bridges-Kemp �2000 In an effort to avoid the stressed jading of a spirit tormented by insult and injury insinuated once too often in tones of dull stupidity, I consorted with the enemies of civilization as the red wine fermented in cellars of dark, cobwebbed dankness in the starving duplicity of my empty soul, and the demons ranted and raved echoing Tchaikovsky. Casually and with a debonair aura of nonchalance you repeatedly broke my heart. The shards were negligently swept under a carpet of timeless, eternal apathy until angst, ennui, and callous decadence could calmly replay the scenario and depart its shadows for the radiant sunlight of a newly adapted rhapsody. Tonight the romance throbs in deep purple pulses so fluently depicted by Dostoevsky. |
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