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"Then the strumming of strings that emphasised the tamborine. And the flute rose, in that melody, singing of something melancholy, sad.
It had a charm to it, this music, and the whole audience seemed stilled and united by it, as if the music of that flute were a luminous ribbon unfurling slowly in the dark."
" 'Then no sin matters,' he said. ' ( Read more... )
"Then the strumming of strings that emphasised the tamborine. And the flute rose, in that melody, singing of something melancholy, sad.
It had a charm to it, this music, and the whole audience seemed stilled and united by it, as if the music of that flute were a luminous ribbon unfurling slowly in the dark."
" 'Then no sin matters,' he said. ' ( Read more... )
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