And then, as though this were not sufficiently exquisite pain, he adds with satanic gusto the following figure:

which continues through forty measures of aural assault, and closes with a crash that cannot be included here but may be roughly imitated, at your convenience, by dropping a brick two hundred feet on an electric light bulb.

Again, set the following "Puissant, radieux" passage from Scriabine's Tenth Sonata against a cacophonous fragment from Ornstein's Eighth War-Poem. Scriabine remarks: