In his dialogue "Phaedo," Plato's representation of Socrates makes the argument for a human "soul," and states that it's somewhat like a harmony from a harp, that is, representative and yet beyond the actual harp itself. In his short story "Ward No. 6," Chekhov's protagonist, Andrey Yefimitch, muses aloud that a broken violin, far from still being represented by a harmony, is just a heap of rubbish, as it's purely physical, so once broken, that's it. Which maestro's song's truer?