When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed the point.
“Would I lay down my life to save my brother? No, but I would to save two brothers or eight cousins.”
“I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.”