'My version will not only constitute the fascination of death, but an exaggeration of the awkward balance that Mahler produced between light and dark. It is the joy of conflict between the fear and the glory, ' says Herbert.
cough/'bollox'/cough Gustav turns in his grave
I guess he's counting on no-one having the slightest clue about Mahler or the english language? Maybe this deluded drivel could be the start of an RA pseuds corner? I bet we could get a weekly gem from this character.
Talk is cheap but feeling lasts. Post modernists have no vibe