It is conceivable that what is unified form to the author or composer may of necessity be formless to his audience.
We're taking part in a divine comedy and we should realise that the play is always a comedy, in that we're all ultimately ridiculous.
I sum up the prospects for 1967 in three short sentences. We are back on course. The ship is picking up speed. The economy is moving. Every seaman knows the command at such a moment: 'steady as she goes'.