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Banshee, whole no. 5, June 1944

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Saying of the Spence * * * 23

much more refined than "Les Preludes" that comparison on the basis of quality is ner blasphemy in my Wagnerolotrous eyes. I find that for sonority and quality, recent Columbia recordings are unsurpassable; and, moreover, Columbia is fast snagging most of the best artists. I check Michel to whatever the proverbial number of decimals may bel and not only will our fight end in defeat if we do not overcome our economic backwardness, but there are also the tremendous forces of Intolerance and Prejudice to fight--it is they which will cause World War III. Wollheim on music: does he meant it?

Then there is CELEPHAIS-or, rather, what is left of it. For my copy came taped up in such a fashion that to get it unrolled I had to tear it into many long strips from which bits are missing here and there. I did manage to piece together enough to make some sense out of it, but it is in no condition for my only copy of so fine a story as "The Abominations of Yondo"!  Anyhoo, this mag gets off to a good start, and I'm looking forward to more such spending, out-of-the-way reprints. But let's have more Evans.

That concludes The Spence's review of the mailing, and also this installment of "Sayings." Not that I have nothing more to say, but if I ramble on any further, who'll publish this? This, therefore, is 
THE END


Raymutterings
ON THE MARCH MAILING
by Raymond Washington, Jr.

This mailing was received with my usual delights, and in spire of very pressing scholastic duties, I read the whole business in two days, while the village clock struck two and three AM and the ominously dark circles under my eyes increased terribly. Shall be not proceed, fanmen?

Wollheim's musical mithings, and Michel's merciless mania in the Inquisition, consttute the chief attraction of AGENBITE OF INWIT. Both gentlemen are excellent with the reparté. I admire Don's objective viewpoint; in time I may swing around to accepting his views, but as yet the weight of tradition crushes me to earth. I have a very intellectual young friend who, by his own admission, is of a very superior type, who is fanatically devoeted to music, has a large record collection, and expects to gain endless fame and riches as a composer and conduction; and I showed Wollheim's article to him (or rather, Michel's article) and watched him do a slow burn. He heaped scorn upon Wollheim and his theories, considering them quite tenantless and absurd. When I called him to tast about the Toccata and Fugure in D Minor he triumphantly replied that it was a mere scale exercise and was notsupposed to convey any dfeinite impression. This egotistic friend has an unshakable logic with which he confounds his foes: music is simply too deep for them to appreciate it. I stood loyally by Wollheim, however, and joined him in being an object of utter disdain in the eyes of a

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Saying of the Spence * * * 23 much more refined than "Les Preludes" that comparison on the basis of quality is ner blasphemy in my Wagnerolotrous eyes. I find that for sonority and quality, recent Columbia recordings are unsurpassable; and, moreover, Columbia is fast snagging most of the best artists. I check Michel to whatever the proverbial number of decimals may bel and not only will our fight end in defeat if we do not overcome our economic backwardness, but there are also the tremendous forces of Intolerance and Prejudice to fight--it is they which will cause World War III. Wollheim on music: does he meant it? Then there is CELEPHAIS-or, rather, what is left of it. For my copy came taped up in such a fashion that to get it unrolled I had to tear it into many long strips from which bits are missing here and there. I did manage to piece together enough to make some sense out of it, but it is in no condition for my only copy of so fine a story as "The Abominations of Yondo"! Anyhoo, this mag gets off to a good start, and I'm looking forward to more such spending, out-of-the-way reprints. But let's have more Evans. That concludes The Spence's review of the mailing, and also this installment of "Sayings." Not that I have nothing more to say, but if I ramble on any further, who'll publish this? This, therefore, is THE END Raymutterings ON THE MARCH MAILING by Raymond Washington, Jr. This mailing was received with my usual delights, and in spire of very pressing scholastic duties, I read the whole business in two days, while the village clock struck two and three AM and the ominously dark circles under my eyes increased terribly. Shall be not proceed, fanmen? Wollheim's musical mithings, and Michel's merciless mania in the Inquisition, consttute the chief attraction of AGENBITE OF INWIT. Both gentlemen are excellent with the reparté. I admire Don's objective viewpoint; in time I may swing around to accepting his views, but as yet the weight of tradition crushes me to earth. I have a very intellectual young friend who, by his own admission, is of a very superior type, who is fanatically devoeted to music, has a large record collection, and expects to gain endless fame and riches as a composer and conduction; and I showed Wollheim's article to him (or rather, Michel's article) and watched him do a slow burn. He heaped scorn upon Wollheim and his theories, considering them quite tenantless and absurd. When I called him to tast about the Toccata and Fugure in D Minor he triumphantly replied that it was a mere scale exercise and was notsupposed to convey any dfeinite impression. This egotistic friend has an unshakable logic with which he confounds his foes: music is simply too deep for them to appreciate it. I stood loyally by Wollheim, however, and joined him in being an object of utter disdain in the eyes of a