THE EAR
"How the ear of man is tortured in this terrestrial planet! Go where you will, the cock's shrill clarion, the dog's harsh watch note, not to speak of the melody of jackasses, and on streets, of wheel-barrows, wooden clogs, loud-voiced men, perhaps watch-men, break upon the hapless brain: and as if all was not enough; 'the Piety of the Middle Ages' has founded tremendous bells; and the hollow triviality of the present age -- far worse -- has everywhere instituted the piano!"
From Chapter X, Bruges
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