Just now, just as I laid my head down to sleep I spent just fifteen minutes or so re-reading parts of Pilgrim's Way, which I have read cover to cover several times and his biography by Janet Adam Smith. And I realized for the first time in my 30-year immersion in Pilgrim's Way that not once, not once did this deeply soulful man who I so admire, not once did John Buchan, Lord Teeedsmuir mention a particular peace of music, music being unique in the arts in bypassing reason and lodging exclusively in the soul, not once was the soul of this profoundly soulful man, touched, moved, shaken, by a piece of music. He was an incomplete human being if he was never moved by music. And since he never mentions music, I am aggrieved that he was for some unfathomable reason unmoved by music. By music, by any music. That is surpassingly strange. I make researches.