ARLANC 1.33
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 the bush where music is concerned.
R. Frobisher, Letters from Zedelghem, Evening, 16th - viii - 1931
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