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    1. Camp Starts In: 228 Days In the meantime, Mullings has arrived and I am longing to meet him again, for I know very well he will be still fat and jolly, that he will still allow me to play accompaniments for him on any old piano that is handy, and that we shall talk excitedly of Bantock and Julius Harrison, of the Manchester Musical Society and Phyllis Lett, of Colonel Anderton and Ernest Newman, and of everything and everybody that made those far-off days so full of interest and so sweet to remember.

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      • Vivamus at justo ut urna porta pulvinar A kindly old man took me to his studio and began to talk of Dickens. He spoke of those Victorian days as though they were the greatest that have ever been. He knew Anthony Trollope and all his works and looked askance at me because Barchester Towers was the only Trollope book I had read.

      • Pellentesque nunasidp adipiscing sollicitudin dolor id sagittis. Frederic Austin has become a fine singer through sheer brain-work. He always had temperament, but his voice was never in the least remarkable until by ingenious training, by constant thought, and by the most arduous labour he developed it until it became an organ of sufficient strength and richness to enable him to interpret anything that appeals to him.

      • Donec sit amet felis a nibh ornare malesuada. Orage has more than a touch of genius. It was Baudelaire (wasnt it?) who said that genius was the power to look upon the world with the eyes of a child. Well, Orage has the all-seeing, non-rejecting eyes of a child. He has also the eternal spirit of youth. One cannot imagine him growing old. Perhaps his most interesting characteristic is his power of attracting and holding friends; he is the most hero-worshipped of men. Having once given his friendship, however, he exacts the utmost loyalty; treachery is the one sin that can never be forgiven.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. Where he is now, I do not know. The war has blotted most of us out, and few men know whether their best friends are at the other end of the world or fighting in the trenches in the very next sector on their right or left.

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      • Fusce et ipsum dolor lorem ante, at sollicitudin libero. There is no doubt that our most ecstatic moments at the Cathedral Festivals were supplied by Wagners Parsifal, which Mr J. F. Runciman, in his little book on this composer, describes as this disastrous and evil opera. Only excerpts from it, of course, were given; all objectionable lines were cut out. If Parsifal is to 195be given on the platform at alland, in view of the fact that we seldom have it on the stage, why not?then it had better be given on a platform that has been erected in a spacious and beautiful cathedral. I remember those white voices floating down from a place out of sight near the roof, away above the clerestory. I always used to try to obtain a seat near some dimly stained window so that it might for me blot out the rather bewildered or consciously rapt faces of my fellow-creatures, for, in listening to noble music, I invariably feel much greater than, and curiously irritated by the presence of, other people.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. I saw Sir Herbert on another occasion, but whether it was soon before, or soon after, the incident I have just related I cannot recollect.

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