Immoderate Musings;
Quibblesome Quarrels;
Risible Rhapsodies on
Music and Morals
Silly sallies into the
sportive prolixity of
sesquipedalian taradiddles and
daffy dillies of diddling fiddle-faddle
filled with philosophical flapdoodle.
by
David Van Alstyne
Dedicated to my father
Arvo Van Alstyne
in memory of his oft repeated advice to me as a little boy:
"In promulgating your esoteric cogitations,
and articulating your superficial sentimentalities,
sedulously eschew prolixity and circumlocution, and
rigorously minimize rodomontade and thrasonical bombast.
In short: don't use big words."