Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty. — Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
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Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty.

— Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time
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