Today I told a Hannah that her soul had something wrong with it. During French class I put on Palestrina to listen to while they worked on their study guides and she complained. I explained that the music was naturally pleasing to any ear. The counterpoint provided strong and comforting resolutions that would naturally please the ear of any listener. She replied, “I really just want to turn that off.” I laughed and told her she could leave the room but only after explaining that if this music wasn’t at least pleasant than she had allowed other forms of low music to harden her soul, making her incapable of experiencing beautiful music befitting a moderate soul but only chaotic music befitting the degenerate soul.
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