Just then a notice of a concert, placarded on a wall, caught my eye, and
I gave myself a shake together as an unmitigated ass, and determined
suddenly that I needed some amusement and that a better use for the
pistol would be to sell it and go to the concert. I would, at least, be
a gentleman once more, and then to-morrow I could start afresh. So I
hunted up a pawnshop and raising from the villain who kept it a few
dollars on my pistol, had a good supper and then took Dix home and went
to the symphony. As it happened, I got one of the best seats in the
house. It was a revelation to me--a revolution in my thoughts and
feelings: the great audience, gay with silks and flowers and jewels,
filling up all the space about and above me rising up to the very top of
the vast auditorium. I did not have time at first to observe them, I
only felt them; for just as I entered the Director came out and the
audience applauded. It exhilarated me like wine; I felt as if it had
been myself they were applauding. Then the music began: The "Tannhauser
Overture." It caught me up and bore me away: knighthood, and glory, and
love were all about me; the splendor of the contest; the struggle in
which a false step, a cowardly weakness might fling away the world; the
reward that awaited the victor, and the curse if he gave way, till I
found myself dazzled, amazed, and borne down by the deluge of harmonious
sound--and could do nothing but lie drifting at the mercy of the
whelming tide, and watch, half-drowned, whatever object caught my eye.
The first thing I took in was the tall old Drummer who towered above the
great bank of dark bodies with swaying arms. Still and solemn he
appeared out of the mist, and seemed like some landmark which I must
hold on to if I would not be swept away. No one appeared to pay much
attention to him, and he appeared oblivious of all but his drums. Now he
leant over them and listened to their throbbing, now he beat as if the
whole world depended on it. I held on to him and felt somehow as if he
were the one to whom the Director looked--the centre of all the music
and pomp and mystery, and I must keep him in sight.
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