Best listened to in a windowless room, better than best in an airless room-correctly speaking, a bunker sealed forever and enwrapped in tree-roots-the Eighth String Quartet of Shostakovich {Opus 110} is the living corpse of music, perfect in its horror. Call it the simultaneous asphyxiation and bleeding of melody. The soul strips itself of life in a dusty room.
( William T. Vollmann )
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