. Letters from Beatrice (to a private in the Medical department) . nding it. I have sat for hours and hours pondering, analyz-ing, appealing to the innermost recesses of my mindfor a suggestion, for a cure, which will surely end allwars. I want to proclaim my idea, when once I havediscovered it, to the world, before Mr. Tafts Leagueof Nations gets a firm and secure hold. After much thought, I have come to the conclusionthat one thing would do it—one wonderful, soothingthing, and that thing is—guess? Just music—music, divine, seraphic, quieting, lull-ing music, the food of the gods. I reasoned
. Letters from Beatrice (to a private in the Medical department) . nding it. I have sat for hours and hours pondering, analyz-ing, appealing to the innermost recesses of my mindfor a suggestion, for a cure, which will surely end allwars. I want to proclaim my idea, when once I havediscovered it, to the world, before Mr. Tafts Leagueof Nations gets a firm and secure hold. After much thought, I have come to the conclusionthat one thing would do it—one wonderful, soothingthing, and that thing is—guess? Just music—music, divine, seraphic, quieting, lull-ing music, the food of the gods. I reasoned that most people nowadays are drivingin two positive directions. One is toward high-pitchedemotionalism and the other is toward phleggma. (Ohdear, I do hope that I have spelled that word correctly.)Each day, as we walk down the street, we are continu-ally being attracted by lots of objects that are reallyunimportant, and as a result our heads keep movingand bobbing in all directions. How much worse will itbe, when the deep blue heavens will be studded with. aeroplanes? Thats what we must seek to avoid, andmusic is the one thing that will do it. Now as to phlegma, there are some people, as youknow quite well, who need a bombing party to arousethem to anything like activity, so great is their innateinertia. My theory, in brief, is that phlegma must betreated by the hypnotic power of music. And so it nat-urally follows, having done away with emotionalismand phleggma, all wars will end. These things cause all wars. I disagree emphati-cally with the writers on the present war, as to itscauses. These two things are the only causes give us—the world—music,—the word thrills mybackbone when I utter it—music—music. Charles, tell me how you like the idea. Does itimpress you? Charles, I am ashamed to confess it, but I must,—it is all part of a speech, which was written out for meby a well-known musician, and which I must deliver atvarious clubs. I hope the sub
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