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“Well, what do you think? Avanti?" "Avanti," cries everyone, and, after a few quick re-tunings of our instruments, and re-initialisings of our hearts, we enter the slow theme-and-variations movement. How good it is to pay this quintet, to play it, not to work at it - to play for our own joy, with no need to convey anything to anyone outside our ring of recreation, with no expectation of a future stage, of the too-immediate sop of applause. The quintet exists without us yet cannot exist without us. It sings to us, we sing into it, and somehow, through these little black and white insects clustering along five thin lines, the man who deafly transfigured what he so many years earlier had hearingly composed speaks into us across land and water and ten generations, and fills us here with sadness, here with amazed delight.”

Quote by Vikram Seth

Book:An Equal Music
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An Equal Music

In 'An Equal Music,' the protagonist's life is forever altered by the loss of a close friend and the discovery of a shared love of classical music. The narrative weaves through the protagonist's journey of grief and self-discovery, highlighting the transformative power of music in the face of life's challenges. more

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Vikram Seth
Vikram Seth

Vikram Seth is an Indian-British author renowned for his poetry and novels. Born on June 20, 1952, he graduated from Oxford University, where he began his literary career. His works often explore complex human relationships and profound social themes. more

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