It was a pleasant garden, with walks and flower beds and places to sit. The sunset had nearly burned out, but there was still plenty of light. Put into a thoughtful mood by the crash and the battle, Francis listened to the evening sounds of Shady Hill. “Varmints! Rascals!” Old Mr. Nixon shouted to the squirrels in his bird feeding station. “Avaunt and quit my sight!” A door slammed. Someone was cutting grass. Then Donald Goslin, who lived at the corner began to play the “Moonlight Sonata.” He did this nearly every night. He threw the tempo out the Window and played it ‘rubato’ from beginning to end, like an out pouring of tearful petulance, lonesome, and self-pity-of everything it was Beethoven’s greatness not to know. The music rang up and down the street beneath the trees like an
It was a pleasant garden, with walks and flower beds and places to sit. The sunset had nearly burned out, but there was still plenty of light. Put into a thoughtful mood by the crash and the battle, Francis listened to the evening sounds of Shady Hill. “Varmints! Rascals!” Old Mr. Nixon shouted to the squirrels in his bird feeding station. “Avaunt and quit my sight!” A door slammed. Someone was cutting grass. Then Donald Goslin, who lived at the corner began to play the “Moonlight Sonata.” He did this nearly every night. He threw the tempo out the Window and played it ‘rubato’ from beginning to end, like an out pouring of tearful petulance, lonesome, and self-pity-of everything it was Beethoven’s greatness not to know. The music rang up and down the street beneath the trees like an