One night he heard me play a Debussy piece on the piano, in public, which I botched, but I covered aiyself. I wasna#39;t a very good pianist and I knew it, and I knew I didna#39;t have a good feel for the machinery of music a notes and chords and keys and so on. ... I was just as absorbed when I did the ironing a I loved to change a wrinkled lump of cloth into something smooth and shapely, and I loved the smellanbsp;...
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