Gentleman (1)
When I was a young man, I was once invited to dine at the home of a distinguished New York gentleman. After dinner our hostess led us to an enormous hall, where an army of servants was arranging chairs in long rows. Up front, leaning against the wall, wholesale replica designer handbags, were musical instruments. Apparently I was facing an evening of chamber music.
I sighed. Music meant nothing to me; I am virtually tone-deaf. So I did what I always do when trapped: I sat down, closed my ears from the inside and submerged myself in a sea of thought.
After a while, becoming aware that the people around me were applauding, I concluded it was safe to unplug my ears. At once I heard a gentle voice on my right. “You are fond of Bach?” the voice said.
I knew as much about Bach as I know about nuclear physics. But I did know one of the most famous faces in the world: I was sitting next to Albert Einstein.
“I don’t know anything about Bach, wholesale designer handbag,” I said awkwardly. “I’ve never heard any of his music.”
Amazement washed across Einstein’s face. “You have never heard Bach?” He made it sound as if I’d said I’d never taken a bath.
“it isn’t that I don’t want to like Bach,” I replied hastily. “It’s just that I’m tone-deaf, and I’ve never really heard anybody’s music.” A look of concern came into the old man’s face. “Please, wholesale coach handbags,” he said. “You will come with me?”
He stoop up, tood my arm and led me upstairs. He obviously knew the house well. On the floor above he opened the door into a book-lined study, drew me in and shut the door.
“Now,” he said with a smile. “You will tell me, please, how long you have felt this way about music.”
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