/lit/ - Literature

>He is the history of the most inward life of the German Spirit during the horrible century of the complete extinction of the German people. Look at his head, hiding under the insane french full-bottomed wig, this master - as a miserable cantor and organist struggling between small Thuringian villages, which are hardly known by name, with meager pay, so unnoticed that it took a whole century again to pull his works from oblivion; Even finding in the music an artificial form, which was externally the whole image of its era, dry, stiff, pedantic, like wig and plait in notes: and now watch what a world the incomprehensibly large Sebastian built from these elements!
>While this happened with the big Bach (pun: "bach = stream"), the great and small courts of the German princes were swarmed by Italian opera composers and virtuosos, which were bought with monstrous sacrifices, to give the scorned Germany the scraps of an art, which nobody even bothers to give the least attention today. - But Bach's spirit, the German spirit, came out of the mystery of the most wonderful music, his site of rebirth.
t. wagner