NOTICE to Mother and nobody else
Dear Mother: I have written this to tell you my worrying secret. Now don’t cry when you read it because it is neither yours nor my fault. I suppose I will have to tell it now without any nonsense.
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To begin with, I was not meant to be an athlet [sic]. I was meant to be a composer, and will be I’m sure. I’ll ask you one more thing.— Don’t ask me to try to forget this unpleasant thing and go play football.—Please— Sometimes I’ve been worrying about this so much that it makes me mad (not very),
Love,
Sam Barber II1
Source:
Nadia Hubbs' "A French Connection: Modernist Codes in the Musical Closet," GLQ 6:3, 2000.
Dear Mother: I have written this to tell you my worrying secret. Now don’t cry when you read it because it is neither yours nor my fault. I suppose I will have to tell it now without any nonsense.
...
To begin with, I was not meant to be an athlet [sic]. I was meant to be a composer, and will be I’m sure. I’ll ask you one more thing.— Don’t ask me to try to forget this unpleasant thing and go play football.—Please— Sometimes I’ve been worrying about this so much that it makes me mad (not very),
Love,
Sam Barber II1
Source:
Nadia Hubbs' "A French Connection: Modernist Codes in the Musical Closet," GLQ 6:3, 2000.
