Within the fat man there may be a thin man, within the milquetoast a hero, within the bookkeeper a poet. Within every man, in any case, there seems to lurk an orchestra conductor ready, at the sound of an 'A', to spring onto a fantasized podium in some glittering concert hall of the mind, drawing rich, powerful music from the players and bravos from an astounded audience. Few laymen get any closer to realizing this dream than wagging a finger behind their program notes, or surreptitiously waving their arms in front of...
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