“The music started with a goblin walking quietly over the universe, from end to end. Others followed him. They were not aggressive creatures; it was that that made them so terrible to Helen. They merely observed in passing that there was no such thing as splendor or heroism in the world. After the interlude of elephants dancing, they returned and made the observation for the second time … Her brother raised his finger: it was the transitional passage on the drums. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted.”
Wings
This
Myself
Teddybears Picnic