ABSTRACT
On the garden verandah, where a number of Europeans were gathered after dinner for cigarettes and conversation, Aritana was greeted with demands for music.
Let us have some Bach, Professor, said the Australian lady, for Aritana is a professor in his native country. I adore Bach!
Confound Bach, I detest him, grumbled Aritana. The music of Bach would wither the flowers in the garden. I play only bad music.
