This is a story of the artistic temperament and its eternal refusal to be subdued by the forces of convention.
‒ Lewis, our guests are waiting in the lounge for you to play the piano for them.
‒ My guests are waiting in the kitchen for me to play the comb to them.
We all change... Life goes on and little bits of us get lost.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing!
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