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April 11, 2007

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eb

"Now, being so refined, I naturally stopped to listen for a brief while. But (and this brings me to the point of the story), it was really awkward." (typepad is stripping my attempts to italicize this)

I can believe it: when I went by - probably around the same time you did - I only had a few seconds to decide what to do and I couldn't see an easy place to stand, and besides, it would have meant standing very close to, but still at least one line of people away from, the violinist, so I just went on, appreciating the music all the while.

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