Her Singing Reminds Me Of A Cart

What Can You Do With It? It's Like A Lot Of Yaks Jumping About.

Too Much Counterpoint; What Is Worse, Protestant Counterpoint.

At A Rehearsal I Let The Orchestra Play As They Like. At The Concert I Make Them Play As I Like.

If She Is Attractive, I Can't Perform With Her; If She Is Not, Then I Won't.

The Sound Of The Harpsichord Resembles That Of A Bird-cage Played With Toasting-forks.