| Posted On: | 2006-03-27 16:13:17 |
Our souls left behind in the Square; we drove on through one of the corridors. Up past a cinema house announcing "The Grim Avenger: a thrilling romance of Three Continents"... past a music hall, flaunting across its front the pirouetting of a Russian toe-dancer on a coloured screen, while underneath, flashing for the world to see, letters of bright light proclaiming other attractions; a Cockney Comedian, a Spanish Tango Turn, a Swedish Acrobatic Troupe, American Clog Dancers, an Argentine Stunt Artist, Naughty Fifi the French Comic Chanteuse and Mimi her Eccentric Accompanist, and so on, and so on.
Was this chaos or unity? It was chaos, and it had a unity after a fashion. It was the unity of a many-tuned medley, each tune of which maintained its entity, losing it only at the moment of embracing another tune; at best it was a unity of ultra-modern music, shaped out of discords, beaten but not molten into a harmony.
