The whole system is simply one long deception—often of sentimental self-deception.
The conductor's baton exerts no control except during certain hours of practice and of performance. Once the appointed time has expired, every man is free to go where he likes and do as he chooses. He is freer (because more able) than he would have been without his occasional episodes of servitude, to play by himself whatever tune he chooses, or to enter into effective combinations with musicians not known in that conductor's orchestra.
Friends, under which symbol will you serve? And by which will you prefer to rule? ******* But let us remember that even for the shepherds there is room in hell.
We can all say to the Great Purifying Pulsator:—"If we make our bed in hell, Thou art there: forge and transform our Passion into Power."
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