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“It was a music of the spirit, seeking peace, not emotional release, expressing the hunger of the soul rather than the heart. A way of sequencing notes so ancient it might be music's mother lode, its Fertile Crescent. It wouldn't have grated, I felt, on the ears of ancient Greeks or Egyptians or Mesopotamians or Sumerians—or even on the august auditory equipment of the Buddha or Lao-tzu.”

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Book:Father Joe: The Man Who Saved My Soul
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Father Joe: The Man Who Saved My Soul

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Tony Hendra
Tony Hendra

Tony Hendra, born in 1941, is an accomplished writer whose works span various literary genres, including novels, plays, and essays. Hendra is known for his unique sense of humor and profound insights, often exploring themes of humanity and social issues in his writing. more

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Book:Father Joe: The Man Who Saved My Soul
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