Could it be that professor spiders teach the rest the art of weaving….
“Since the beginning of those long-gone times, the piano was always accompanied by a Tutor. Now, this Teacher, also, manifested himself in the most inconceivable array of names, sizes and styles. Still, in the same way, he always remained, in essence, as exactly the same Professor.”
“The initial one of these many Instructors, in this interminable succession, taught me to read, the first of the countless music scores to follow down the road. And this was a very simple and easy score, of course; yet it was, without doubt, the foundation on which all the rest came to rest upon.”
She thoughtfully enjoyed a bit of cheese, before continuing the narration of her initiation into the art world, delicately switching the narration to a more impersonal point of view.
“As the ensuing Teachers slowly paraded through this little girl’s life, if you like, this budding apprentice of the fine arts, the subsequent lessons increased in their difficulty, acquiring an ever increasing, higher level of complexity. Nevertheless, the resulting music scores, essentially continued to be exactly the same as that original piano sheet, she once had begun with; only that now, they displayed a wide diversity of names, and these scores had been brought about by the collective imagination of a multitude of different composers. And this little girl never progressed from interpreting the score imparted by the Teacher, without the possibility of writing Her Own.”
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