I was at a string quartet concert in London once upon a time when during what struck me as a relatively uninspiring piece, which sounded like it was looking for a silent movie chase scene to accompany, someone a few rows in front of me got up and shuffled silently out. Can’t blame them, I thought. Then they shuffled silently back again, soon to be joined by a couple of others. A bit more silent to-ing and fro-ing ensued, during which the seat neighbour of the first person was silently extricated from their seat, presumably to be given medical attention of some sort.
The music continued throughout and was a grimly perfect accompaniment.
The music continued throughout and was a grimly perfect accompaniment.
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