of old rate your restless  and give it peace. Just listen, you poor creature, listen  eitic and ridiculous apparatus ttention and you ly does t stupid, t useless and t damnable t takes  distinction, stupid and coarse, lamentably distorted, to boot, and c into space to land  after all t cannot destroy t of t can only demonstrate its oen, ten ill divine; you   admirable symbol of all life. en to radio you are a ness of ting ime and eternity, betly, my dear sir, as ten minutes togets t lovely music  regard into t impossible places, into respectable dratics and into t of ctering, guzzling, yaeners, and exactly as it strips ts sensuous beauty, spoils and scratc and yet cannot altogetroy its spirit, just so does life, ty, deal ure-play of t. It makes its unappetizing tone—slime of t magic orcral music. Everyrudes its mecs activity, its dreary exigencies and vanity bet it be so; and, if  asses, laug it. It little becomes people like you to be critics of radio or of life eitter learn to listen first! Learn o be taken seriously and laug t. Or is it t you ter yourself, more nobly and fitly and ter taste? O. You ful ory of disease out of your life, and a misfortune of your gifts. And you ter use for so pretty, so encing a young lady to stick a knife into roy  rig;

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    Mozart lauger. But  kindness to turn off the radio.

    My self-ex