As a part of our recuperation from the flue, my beloved and I walked around the so-called upper town in Zagreb. It was nippy but sunny, and it was a real pleasure to revisit the old German town, which was quite empty. In one of the deserted streets we heard loud classical music. We looked around and saw an open window on the second floor. The music was going full blast. It was Franz Liszt or Johannes Brahms, I would guess. Viennese Romanticism is not my sort of music, but it was still a joy to hear something else than the computer-generated whoop-whoop-whoop that prevails wherever one goes nowadays. When I mentioned this to my beloved, she agreed at once. Even the late Nineteenth Century beats the early Twenty-First by a wide margin. But the decline is unmistakable. Barbarization is proceeding at full tilt, and music is one of the surest signs of its relentless progress.