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The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One Never Has Too Much Of It.

As For The Piano, The Faster Her Fingers Flew Over It, The More He Marveled. She Struck The Keys With Aplomb And Ran From One End Of The Keyboard To The Other Without A Stop.

He Was Bored Now When Emma Suddenly Began To Sob On His Breast; And His Heart, Like The People Who Can Only Stand A Certain Amount Of Music, Became Drowsy Through Indifference To The Vibrations Of A Love Whose Subtleties He Could No Longer Distinguish.

What Baffled Him Was That There Should Be All This Fuss About Something So Simple As Love.

What An Elder Sees Sitting; The Young Can't See Standing.