Chapter 6 - (VERSO)
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heaven’s awful near to hell, and at the last you tipped me in.”
“I don’t understand you,” said Felix, drawing his fine, narrow black brows together in a perplexed frown.
“No—and I wouldn’t want you to. You couldn’t understand unless you was an old man who had it in him once to do something and be a man, and just went and made himself a devilish fool. But there must be something in you that understands things,—all kinds of things—or you couldn’t put it all into music the way you do. How do you do it? How in—how do you do it, young Felix?”
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Each in His Own Tongue."