If alphabets have actually dulled the wits of human beings anywhere near as much as printed music has mangle-ironed the ears of musicians, one would have to concede that Socrates had a point.
How do I know this to be the case? Because I fall into the trap, again and again. I open a book of works I have never heard. Upon first reading my reaction, again and again, is "Oh, I know how this goes: Piece of cake!" In fact, I usually have not the foggiest idea how it goes. Searching out that hidden gold nugget requires an effort I am usually too impatient to make.
So if I have the problem, what about you?
Going to the trouble of digging has revealed great treasures, some of which count among my most beloved music.
