Richard Aldrich of the New York Times reviews Sergei Prokofiev's local debut, on Nov. 20, 1918:
"It is for Prokofieff the mere breaking of a butterfly on a wheel to perform other men's music. But the gracious butterfly of Scriabine was metamorphosed into a gigantic prehistoric pterodactyl with horrid snout and crocodile wings which ominously whirred as they flew over the pianist. Ah! a Jabberwock, it was, not a butterfly!"
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damn jabberwocks, always eating my hydrangeas.
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