O rich! rich! vvhere ſhould I get clothes to dreſſe her in?
Why, I can't even call myself avant-garde or experimental these days because that does not imply escaping the 12-tone squirrelcage; so I had to introduce the term xenharmonics to mean something that SOUNDS different.
It had not the unbearable glory of the skies of the Central Worlds, where star elbowed star in such blinding competition that the black of night was nearly lost in a coruscant explosion of light.
[William] Hogarth might have felt some sympathy for [Sally] Mapp as an 'irregular' expert besting pomposity, but this is topped by his sheer relish for her as the Quackest Quack of all, and female to boot. In Hogarth's print the dark goddess rules over her court of fools, men who have taken over the ancient realm of women's healing, and now profit from the people's ills and credulity.
