Irishman . . . ‘ITS MY WIFE. I ACCIDENTLY SHOT HER! I THINK I MAY HAVE KILLED HER!’
Operator . . . ‘PLEASE TRY TO CALM DOWN SIR. CAN YOU MAKE SURE SHE’S REALLY DEAD?’
Short silence . . . CLICK. BANG.
Irishman . . . ‘OK. DONE THAT, WHAT NOW?’
Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.
Ludwig Van Beethoven
