If one spends months on end in one's formative years listening to The Turn of the Screw and Peter Grimes, mixed up with the Five Orchestral Pieces and Jeux, The Dream of Gerontius and the dances from The Midsummer Marriage, the Four Last Songs, Agon and Le Marteau sans Maitre, curious transformations will take place that won't allow one to lose any of the elements, whatever the vicissitudes of later taste. One gradually recognizes that one is what one assimilates, whether one likes it or not, and so a revulsion from love to hate won't make any difference to the constituents; and that since there is no choice—these accidental conjunctions are here to stay—one had better knuckle down and cultivate one's native soil, with a due sense of one's independence upon it for the sustenance of life.