My sister brought her daughter a really nice Spinet Piano for her
birthday.
A few weeks later, I asked my sister how her daughter was doing.
"Oh," she said, "I persuaded her to switch to a clarinet."
"How come?" I asked.
"Well," my sister answered, "because with a clarinet, she can't sing...."
Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.
~Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
