At Milan a potent firm of Italian piano manufacturers received last week a note on impressively crested paper: Dear Companions in Sonorous Construction : Upon the arrival of the piano which I ordered from you recently its strings began suddenly to vibrate, drowning the sound of nearby church bells. Not without trembling I perceived that the shadow of Franz Liszt, who was once a guest here, had entered the instrument and was producing with long immaterial fingers a beautiful rhythmic tempest. "This is a place of mysteries and prodigies. Rejoice with me!" (Signed)...
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