My Friend The Publisher Has Asked me To Tell You What I Know About Old
Fogy, Whose Letters Aroused much Curiosity And Comment When They
Appeared from Time To Time In the Columns Of The Etude. I Confess I Do
This Rather Unwillingly. When I Attempted to Assemble My Memories Of The
Eccentric And Irascible Musician I Found That, Despite His Enormous
Volubility And Surface-Frankness, The Old Gentleman Seldom Allowed us
More Than A Peep At His Personality. His Was The Expansive Temperament,
Or, To Employ A Modern Phrase, The Dynamic Temperament. Antiquated as
Were His Modes Of Thought, He Would Bewilder You With An Excursion Into
Latter-Day Literature, And Like A Rift Of Light In a Fogbank You Then
Caught A Gleam Of An Entirely Different Mentality.
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