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Some thoughts I had upon listening to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" |
| I I turn to the moon: "Nureyev is dead; his once untethered feet are earthbound at last." II I turn away from the moon: "There are worse things than dying." "What do you mean by that?" "One can live without hope." III I turn back to the moon: "And how does one know that one feels?" "Pain." |