24. May 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

In the end, it was a Bach motet that shooed me away—choristers weren’t damnably bad, but the organist’s only hope for salvation was a bullet through the brain. Told him so too—tact and restraint all well and good in small talk, but one mustn’t beat around any bush where music is concerned.

-David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas, p 75
—–

Comments closed.