I have spent an hour playing some of my posts back to "she who must be obeyed". She heard some bits of the pieces I put forward and asked what the whatsit was I doing. So I put the selections on for us late on this afternoon whilst we were having a settle down after a day tidying up the garden etc ready for the dark and cold. Whilst talking about the pieces I found this .......Says it all about Satie really.
" Gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand."