In A Rear Room Of A Quaint Little House Uptown, A Great Bronzed-Faced
Man Sat At A Piano, A Dead Pipe Between His Teeth, And Absently Played
The Most Difficult Of Beethoven'S Sonatas. Though He Played It Divinely,
The Three Men Who Sat Smoking And Talking In A Near-By Corner Paid Not
The Least Attention To Him. The Player, It Seemed, Did Not Expect Them
To: He Paid Very Little Attention Himself.
Man Sat At A Piano, A Dead Pipe Between His Teeth, And Absently Played
The Most Difficult Of Beethoven'S Sonatas. Though He Played It Divinely,
The Three Men Who Sat Smoking And Talking In A Near-By Corner Paid Not
The Least Attention To Him. The Player, It Seemed, Did Not Expect Them
To: He Paid Very Little Attention Himself.
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