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July 05, 2005

July 5, 2005

She had stood a pair of candles on the old cottage piano, and further tricked it out with a piece of music, the banality of which, together with a certain hypnotic sweetness, partly accounted for its being a performer's first choice when shaking the dust off a long-neglected talent.

Patrick White, The Eye of the Storm.

Jul 5, 2005 10:47:21 PM | Music
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