Mozart’s music didn’t reach Martha Gellhorn’s bones:
I am half drunk on a judicious mixture of despair and two whiskies. Meanwhile a Mozart concerto is whisking out of the gramophone; in fact I cannot endure Mozart; it seems to me all brightness and no feeling, a permanent child prodigy, clever as hell, and never was there, not a clue to the human condition. It’s like mathematics, the way that smart fellow writes music. I like my music written from the viscera. (Quoted from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn.)
For a brief biography of Martha Gellhorn, click here.
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