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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: and we have come to hear your music. But what's that organ for on
your forehead?"
Earthrid glared, and smiled, and glared again.
"That is for rhythm, which is what changes noise into music. Don't
stand and argue, but go away. It is no pleasure to me to people the
island with corpses. They corrupt the air, and do nothing else."
Darkness now crept swiftly on over the landscape.
"You are rather bigmouthed," said Maskull coolly. "But after we have
heard you play, perhaps I shall adventure a tune myself."
"You? Are you a musician. then? Do you even know what music is?"
A flame danced in Gleameil's eyes.
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