The audience had pushed into every nook of the University of Chicago's Rockefeller Memorial Chapel and several hundred spilled over on to the lawn outside. At 8:30, a kindly-faced man, with the tiny red rosette of the Legion of Honor in the lapel of his grey suit, nudged his way through the chancel, climbed up on the organ bench, stretched his legs, and began Bach's Prelude in C Major. As he wove the huge fabric of the fugue, never losing a single thread of it, his listeners understood why Marcel Dupré is considered one...
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