I like pen and ink drawings, the kind in which every line is critical to the picture. I enjoy short poems, sonnets, and lyrics in which each sound and connotation is placed just so. I appreciate Strunk and White, Kernighan and Ritchie, and Rudin. I love ripe summer tomatoes with naught but a sprinkle of salt.
Romantic landscape paintings, Wagner's Ring Cycle, Gibbon's history, and extravagantly designed chocolate desserts have places of pride, and I would not wish to live in a world without them. But for the most part, I prefer simplicity. One graceful note leaves such room for the imagination, does it not?