...and I felt happy within these songs, in which sorrow is not
reckless, laughter is not crooked, love is not ridiculous and hate is not
apprehensive, where people love with their bodies and souls, where they
draw knives or sabres in hatred, dance in joy, throw themselves into the
Danube in despair, where, for that matter, love is still love and pain is
still pain, where the original emotion is not yet devoid of itself and
where values are still unravaged; and it seemed to me that within these
songs I was at home, that I had my roots in there.