“This small, mild man, fluent with deprecatory gestures over the state of his household, was Arnold Schönberg, one of the several foremost living composers, and one so bold in his artistic adventures that men have come to blows over the merits of his music in the leading concert halls of the world. This man, so quaintly sweet in his hospitality that the reporter had a positive affection for him before reaching the end of the hall, was the most-hissed composer of his time. The little thing in white was Nuria, his daughter, eighteen months old, bearing a Spanish name because she was born in Barcelona. The thing on four legs was Witz (joke in both German and English), a mite of a dog.”