Tacet Times Two

03 Oct

One of the most profound musical lessons I ever learned was that rests and notes are equally important.  Rests are silent music, and yet silence is rarely silent.

Take, for instance this beautifully written portion of The Stranger.  The situation here, near the very end of Book One, is deplorable, but I give Camus props for some carefully chosen words.

We stared at each other without blinking, and everything came to a stop there between the sea, the sand, and the sun, and the double silence of the flute and the water.

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Posted by on October 3, 2013 in The Stranger


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