Andro wrote:Isn't this just completely fictitious romantic writing, perhaps typical of the period? ... But the report strikes me as imaginary, although wonderfully evocative.
Yeah, I find it a bit hard to believe too, but you never know, at least about some of it. He really lost my credulity at this:
...shook the dust and mouse dung out of it, and placed it to my lips.
First there's the on-the-spot disregard for hygiene. Still, I suppose pluck like that is what makes a tomb raider. But wait...never mind leaving droppings,
how does a mouse fit into a flute bore of only just over half an inch diameter? Or did it use the finger holes like a toilet?
I think you see my dilemma.
"If you take music out of this world, you will have nothing but a ball of fire." - Balochi musician