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July 20, 2019


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"Playing music is a specifically incarnational kind of pleasure."

This line is so lovely, as is the reflective paragraph that follows it!

As a non-musician, I really enjoyed this post. The reflection on music as incarnational pleasure makes me think of the pleasures of working with old books -- the text is important, yes, and also the book-body that has carried it through the years, with its cover and binding, the handwriting of scribes, the readers' marks in the margins, the wear and dirt and damage.

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