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"But what," said Madame de Hautcastel to me one day -- "what if the music of Cherubini or Cimarosa differs from that of their predecessors? What care I if the music of the past make me laugh, so long as that of the present day touch me by its charms? Is it at all essential to my happiness that my pleasures should resemble those of my great-grandmother? Why talk to me of painting, an art which is only enjoyed by a very small class of persons, while music enchants every living creature?"
I hardly know at this moment how one could reply to this observation, which I did not foresee when I began my chapter.