ABSTRACT
In 1953, in a set of ruminations on his projected autobiography, provisionally titled ‘My Wretched Tone-Life’, Grainger wrote:
My art set out to celebrate the beauty of bravery. The lines of limbs on Greek vases that I delighted in as a little boy, the javelin crashing thru the shield, Grettir entering the ghost’s grave to get the sword, these are all hymns to bravery. In fact, is there any beauty other than the beauty of bravery? 1
