But the doors had begun to be thrown open, from some distance, you could hear many voices. You could hear the opening bars, the rather stiff overture muffled by the velvet through which it played, the heavily encrusted bows just scraping the breaking gut.
Patrick White, The Aunt's Story, The Viking Press, New York,1948 , p.148.
TIME: early 1900's
The girl took in her hands the frail shell. She listened to its sound. She listened to the thick throated pines fill the room, their clear, bluegreen water rising and falling. The music of the nautilus was in her face, Theodora saw, behind the thin membrane that separates experience from intuition.
Patrick White, The Aunt's Story. The Viking Press, New York, 1948, p.149.
TIME: early 1900's.