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The pleasantly dissonant tuning up and chatter stopped in mid-note as the grey-haired man in the tan sport coat walked briskly across the stage to the podium. For a few silent moments his glance flickered over the musicians of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, his shale-blue eyes and handsome, melancholy face warm with affection. When his glance had embraced them all, Charles Munch picked up his baton, smiled and said: "Maintenant, relax." A moment later, Boston's 50-year-old Symphony Hall was rocking joyously with the rehearsal of Hector Berlioz' bounding overture, The Corsair....
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