> Please, Tim, for me as well as the other pianists and recording > engineers out there--don't forget the desolation of Tchaikovsky, or of > Chopin, or the sweetness of Debussy, or the sublime madness and pensive > hush of Satie, or the mathematical intellectual struggles of Bach and > Mozart. > > I agree with you, Tim, but you mustn't forget the ears for images. Or, > perhaps most explicitly, the scentmakers. Scent is the most > image-evoking sense. And food, and clothes as well. > > But music. Music. Yes -- I should well have listed all the senses -- not only the obvious one -- and appreciate your impassioned response! As far as scent goes, I would say that Patrick Suskind, in Perfume (which looks like a cheap, cheesy book in its wretched paperback cover), created a masterpiece in the literature of scent. This is not a sly, ironic remark. Just in terms of the obvious, many of us have spoken about going back in time. Suskind reminds us that going back a couple of centuries to a city would be to have one's nose assaulted by the smells of the time -- excrement, sludge on the street, unwashed people, horses all over, and so on. ----tim