...will get stuck in my head. The music of Hungarian composer László Lajtha (1892 - 1963) is stuck in my head. Keeping in mind the adage "Writing about music is like dancing about architecture," I still want to know and express how his music affects me.
But it's as untranslatable as twilight and as elusive as elsewhere. So I guess I just won't say anything.
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