"Why," he said aloud, detachedly observing the passage of his canoe beyond the broad morning shadow of the Museum of Human History, "I seem to have made sure to die." "Mr. Van Anda has abundantly demonstrated a mastery of the instrument and of the--" _You acid fraud, go play solfeggio on your linotype! Don't bother me!_--"and of the literature which could, without exaggeration, be termed beyond technique. He is one of those rare interpreters who at the last analysis--" "I can't swim it, you know," said Brian. "--have so deeply submerged, dedicated themselves, that they might truly be said to have become one with--" Gaining on the canoe, the gray-faced chip moved tranquilly, placidly approving, toward the open sea. And with a final remnant of strength, Brian inched forward to the bow of the canoe and gathered the full force of his lungs to shout up the river: "Go in peace!" They could not have heard him. They were too far away and a new morning wind was blowing, fresh and sweet, out of the northwest. End of Project Gutenberg's The Music Master of Babylon, by Edgar Pangborn