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You could feel the soft notes and the loud ones. I'm sure that someone more astute than myself would have recognized the piece from the movement and style, from his expressions, and from some snatches of melody coming out of him now and then. YOU COULD FEEL THE SOFT NOTES AND THE LOUD ONES I'M SURE THAT SOME ONE MORE ASTUTE THAN MYSELF WOULD HAVE RECOGNIZED THE PIECE FROM THE MOVEMENT AND STYLE FROM HIS EXPRESSIONS AND FROM SOME SNATCHES OF MELODY COMING OUT OF HIM NOW AND THEN
 your attention, you'll listen. I don't want anyone's approval unless they know why. You'll praise me with a more confident tone, and that might be worth another pupil to me. ME: I don't go out very much, and you're going to exhaust yourself to no purpose. HIM: I'm never tired. Since I saw that my wish to pity the man was useless, for the violin sonata had left him bathed in sweat, I decided to let him do what he wanted. So there he was, seated at the keyboard, his legs bent, his head raised towards the ceiling where one would have said he was looking at a written musical score, singing, playing a prelude, working through a piece by Alberti or Galuppi, I don't know which of the two. His voice went like the wind, and his fingers flew across the keys, sometimes abandoning the upper part to play the bass, sometimes abandoning the accompaniment to return to the upper register. A series of emotions went in succession across his face. You could see there tenderness, anger, pleasure, sadness. ME HIM NO NO SINCE I'VE GOT YOUR ATTENTION YOU'LL LISTEN WHY DON'T WANT ANY ONE'S APPROVAL UNLESS THEY KNOW WHY YOU'LL PRAISE ME WITH A MORE CONFIDENT TONE AND THAT MIGHT BE WORTH ANOTHER PUPIL TO ME ME I DON'T GO OUT VERY MUCH AND YOU'RE GOING TO EXHAUST YOURSELF TO NO PURPOSE HIM I'M NEVER TIRED SINCE I SAW THAT MY WISH TO PITY THE MAN WAS USELESS FOR THE VIOLIN SONATA HAD LEFT HIM BATHED IN SWEAT I DECIDED TO LET HIM DO WHAT HE WANTED SO THERE HE WAS SEATED AT THE KEYBOARD HIS LEGS BENT HIS HEAD RAISED TOWARDS THE CEILING WHERE ONE WOULD HAVE SAID HE WAS LOOKING AT A WRITTEN MUSICAL SCORE SINGING PLAYING A PRELUDE WORKING THROUGH A PIECE BY ALBERTI OR GALUPPI I DON'T KNOW WHICH OF THE TWO HIS VOICE WENT LIKE THE WIND AND HIS FINGERS FLEW ACROSS THE KEYS SOMETIMES ABANDONING THE UPPER PART TO PLAY THE BASS SOMETIMES ABANDONING THE ACCOMPANIMENT TO RETURN TO THE UPPER REGISTER A SERIES OF EMOTIONS WENT IN SUCCESSION ACROSS HIS FACE YOU COULD SEE THEIR TENDERNESS ANGER PLEASURE SADNESS
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