Instruct: Classify Amazon reviews into positive or negative sentiment
Query: Perfection

There is rare art that is perfect -- unintentionally and unconsciously perfect (there is no other way to do it). If you like music, think of Bach's unaccompanied cello suites or a late Mozart piano concerto -- alter a single phrase, change a line or a breath of it, and the whole is belittled, even ruined. Joyce's stories are of this kind of art. It is where, as Keats would remind us, truth and beauty are one, timeless, and sufficient. Human art can achieve no greater purity than this. I read "The Dead" every year at Christmas (well, it is a Christmas story, after all), and every year my eyes stream like Gabriel's before the softly falling snow, Michael Furey's living song, and the opening of the great mystery.