“aɪ wˈɔntᵻd maɪ mˈæs təbi jˈuːzd lɪtˈɜːdʒɪkli, ɐn aʊtɹˈaɪt ɪmpˌɑːsəbˈɪlᵻɾi æz fˈɑːɹ æz ðə ɹˈʌʃən tʃˈɜːtʃ wʌz kənsˈɜːnd, æz ˈɔːɹθədˌɑːks tɹɐdˈɪʃən pɹəskɹˈaɪbz mjˈuːzɪkəl ˈɪnstɹəmənts ɪn ɪts sˈɜːvɪsᵻz ænd æz aɪ kæn ɛndˈʊɹ ʌnɐkˈʌmpənid sˈɪŋɪŋ ɪn ˈoʊnli ðə mˈoʊst hɑːɹmˈɑːnɪkli pɹˈɪmᵻtˌɪv mjˈuːzɪk.”
“I wanted my Mass to be used liturgically, an outright impossibility as far as the Russian Church was concerned, as Orthodox tradition proscribes musical instruments in its services- and as I can endure unaccompanied singing in only the most harmonically primitive music.”