have often sensed a likeness between the art of Corot and the music of Debussey. Both men picture a dreamy, make-believe world, peopled by slender, fragile creatures, who languorously drift their way through life. They have no cause to be different, for their world itself is languorous

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tains so many synonyms does not make itsstudy any easier. The German has but oneword, for example, for both hide and skin.But just compliment a lady on her lovelyhide - then be prepared to make a dashfor the nearest exit!Ten years in this country have gradual;ly done away with my heavy accent. True,a trained ear will still detect a "brogue" inmy speech, but most of the time I am takenfor American-born, possibly from the East.My dictionary now reposes in a dark nook.in my bookcase. No longer do I have toconsult it to find the English equivalent forthe German word meaning "end." Had Idone so, however, it would not have sur-prised me to see myself concluding thisarticle by saying: This is the LIMIT!Corot And DebusseyDIANA HARVEYI have often sensed a likeness betweenthe art of Corot and the music of Debussey.Both men picture a dreamy, make-believeworld, peopled by slender, fragile creatures,who languorously drift their way throughlife. They have no cause to be different,for their world itself is languorous.The trees and the grass - alwaysshadowy and obscure with a gray veil ofmist - have never bent or broken in astrong wind. They slowly sway to and fro,swung by a gentle breeze. The trees archabove the walks - tall and gray green,and along the walks beneath the trees,stroll the lovely pastel creatures of Corot.Always in the air floats the music ofDebussey - the ethereal music of dreams.It pretends to be the song of birds in thisdream world and sings from every tree.If loveliness could be heard, it would soundthis way.Those who walk beneath the trees andthose who lie upon the grass, gazing up atthe vague, gray sky, do love to lisen to thismusic, for it is part of their life. Withoutit their world would be deathly still, andas they live on beauty of sight, so also dothey live on beauty of sound.It the music were stilled, they wouldmurmur softly among themselves; thengradually becoming still, they would finallyfade away and die.-24-

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