Miss La Trobe was pacing to and fro between the leaning birch trees. One hand was deep stuck in her jacket pocket; the other held a foolscap sheet. She was reading what was written there. She had the look of a commander pacing his deck. The leaning graceful trees with black bracelets circling the silver bark were distant about a ship’s length.

All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.

Its easy to sit with thoughts than to sit with an idea.

Jazz is people&#39;s music, a collectivity.

When I came up, it was all about originality and collective research. There is an awful lot of imitation going on now.

Steve Lacy

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