Upon that much we can probably agree
without anyfurther argument. But when I say, "Art is
universal,"there is an immediate danger that you will think of
artof either music or painting or sculpture or dancing as if it
were somesort of universal language, understood by everybody in
every part ofthe world. Which of course is not true at all. What
happens to be the mostsublime form of music Io me, who am sitting
at my desk upstairs-sayBach''s Fugue in G minor-is just so much
unpleasant noise to my poorwife, who within a few minutes will be
copying these pagesdownstairs, far removed from the gramophone and
the fiddle.