We may be stopped. I have always hated it. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience. “Mr. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors.
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