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Scan 21
Teacher Of The Violin And Other Tales, 1888
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1of the wind through the green rushes on the water's edge should have thrilled me with cheerfulness and joy, while the same wind wailing through the branches of the great trees high above my head crushed me with an unspeakable horror and dread. Doubtless in this latter was the sense of vastness and unapproachable height, infinite as it seemed to a little child—the touch, even, of the infinite must ever, it would seem, be appalling to man.
3It was in this way and by these experimental methods that I began so early to recognise the mysterious connection that exists between sound and human feeling.
5Down the long winding oak-dingles, between the high cliffs and the wooded slopes of the hills, there came to me as a little child whispers and murmurs of dreams and stories of which at that time I knew nothing, and to which I could give in those early days no
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