flaubert-distance

September 9, 2024

In the distance the street noises died down, mauve shadows stretched out before the peristyles of the temples, and on the other side of the gulf, the base of the mountains, the olive orchards and patches of yellow waste land rippled indefinitely and merged in a bluish haze; there was not a sound to be heard, the air was heavy and unspeakably oppressive.

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“The most boring part of composing is when you finally understand what the object is that you’re working on, and you know what the boundaries are, you know where it’s beginning and where it’s ending, and then you’re down to the drudgery of cleaning it up.”

Frank Zappa

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