Oh! that graceful Scherzo with its strange tremolos! I thought, hearing it, that God and his court of saints had left the heavens to take a walk, leaving the little angels masters of the house, full liberty! Universal gambols! The heavenly children, without any restraint, sported from cloud to cloud, amusing themselves by scattering on the earth the garlands of flowers that the saints had left behind them; one let loose the rain and made it fall on the earth; another seized the key of the thunder and touched it, fearful peals which frightened all the revellers and made them fly.

But they returned again to continue their graceful play, beginning afresh their noisy games that the thunder had disturbed.

And the Adagio! What do you say about that?
Do you know anything softer, more loving or so divinely peaceful?
Human beings will never speak like this again, however much progress they make.

Hearing it, I thought of those fresco-painted ceilings with mythological figures--gods and goddesses with pink flesh and flowing curves, Apollo and Venus reclining on a mountain of pink and gold clouds, like a lovely dawn." "Chaplain, what has come to you ?" said Gabriel; "this is not very Christian." "No, but it is artistic," said the musician simply.

"I do not trouble myself much about religion, I believe what I was taught, and I have never taken the trouble to inquire any further.