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For poetry, I think, she has far more inclination than for philosophy; so also she likes to ride better than to walk, which last she does only in case of necessity. The ugly cacophony of our mother-tongue here in the north melts on her tongue into the sweet and mellow euphony of Italian and Hindu speech.
If we imagine the same riotous license in the realm of tonal noise, cacophony, that is, where the aim is not to enchant, but to frighten, bewilder, or amaze; to give some special foil to sudden beauty; or, last of all, for graphic touch of story, we have another striking element of Strauss's art.
The bars were shoved home; the barbarous cacophony of the clanking pump rose in the waist; and streams of ill-smelling water gushed on deck and made valleys in the slab guano. Nares leaned on the rail, watching the steady stream of bilge as though he found some interest in it. "What is it that bothers you?" I asked. "Well, I'll tell you one thing shortly," he replied. "But here's another.
I would wish you to be so attentive to this object, that I, would not have you speak to your footman, but in the very best words that the subject admits of, be the language what it will. Think of your words, and of their arrangement, before you speak; choose the most elegant, and place them in the best order. Consult your own ear, to avoid cacophony, and, what is very near as bad, monotony.
There was a cacophony of hisses in her toothless mouth, enough to make all the dogs in Paris howl. And when she began with the Didon, accompanied by the plus petit papa, I thought my dear governess was losing her reason.
As Schoenberg has decided both in his teaching and practice that there are no unrelated harmonies, cacophony was not absent. Another thing: this composer has temperament. He is cerebral, as few before him, yet in this work the bigness of the design did not detract from the emotional quality.
In other words, we may view Strauss as a sort of modern impressionist tone-painter, and so get the best view of his pictures. Indeed, cacophony is alone a most suggestive subject. In the first place the term is always relative, never absolute, relative in the historic period of the composition, or relative as to the purpose. One can hardly say that any combination of notes is unusable.
'What a beautiful voice Mr Sherriff has! Dudley Pickering made no reply. He thought Roscoe Sherriff had a beastly voice. He resented Roscoe Sherriff's voice. He objected to Roscoe Sherriff's polluting this fair night with his cacophony. 'Don't you think so, Mr Pickering? 'Uh-huh. 'That doesn't sound very enthusiastic. Mr Pickering, I want you to tell me something.
The opening lines seem to promise well and have much of mellow thought, in spite of five hissing sibilants in the very first verse 'Ti/s/ the warm /S/outh, where Europe /s/pread/s/ her land/s/. Like fretted leaflets, breathing on the deep: And then comes in the fourth line an awful cacophony of alliteration and an alliteration in "c." A /C/alm earth-goddess /c/rowned with /c/orn and vines.
Cacophony jostles preciousness in novel and newspaper; attempts at contorted epigram appear side by side with slips showing that the writer has not the slightest knowledge of the classics in the old sense, and knows exceedingly little of anything that can be called classic in the widest possible acceptation of the term.
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