He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. To divide the agony into two spheres so that one would mitigate the other. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard.
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