Man hardly comes in more than two varieties, wherever he is, whatever he does: workers and pimps. . . they're either one or the other!. . . and inventors, the worst kind of jobholder!. . . they stand condemned!. . . the writer who doesn't pimp along, peacefully plagiarizing, who doesn't pump out the pop stuff, he's had it!. . . everybody hates him!
In fact, the influence of Schoenberg may be overwhelming on his followers, but the significance of his art is to be identified with influences of a more subtle kind-not the system, but the aesthetic, of his art. I am quite conscious of the fact that my Chansons madécasses are in no way Schoenbergian, but I do not know whether I ever should have been able to write them had Schoenberg never written.