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One of my earliest recollections of being turned on by classical music was a Saturday afternoon in the mid-’50s when I attended a showing of Walt Disney’s “Fantasia.” The movie theater was hot and airless, but I didn’t notice. I was too busy being charmed by Mickey Mouse as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, amused by the balletic hippos in “The Dance of the Hours” and scared silly by the “Night on Bald Mountain” sequence. The movie was one of the epipha ...
