{"id":52,"date":"2010-06-03T09:00:59","date_gmt":"2010-06-03T13:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/?p=52"},"modified":"2010-05-30T12:15:41","modified_gmt":"2010-05-30T16:15:41","slug":"d-h-lawrence-speaks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/?p=52","title":{"rendered":"D.H. Lawrence Speaks"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Our bounder thrummed on the table and hummed something, and asked the q-b if she knew the <em>Rosencavalier<\/em>.  He always appealed to her.  She said she did.  And ah, he was passionately fond of music, said he.  Then he warbled, in a head voice, a bit more.  He only knew classical music, said he.  And he mewed a bit of Moussorgsky.  The q-b said Moussorgsky was her favourite musician, for opera.  Ah, cried the bounder, if there were but a piano! \u00e2\u20ac\u201dThere is a piano, said his mate.  \u00e2\u20ac\u201cYes, he replied, but it is locked up.  \u00e2\u20ac\u201cThen let us get the key, said his mate, with aplomb. . . .<\/p>\n<p>It was quite a pleasant room, with deep divans upholstered in pale colours, and palm-trees standing behind little tables, and a black upright piano.  Our bounder sat on the piano-stool and gave us an exhibition.  He splashed out noise on the piano in splashes, like water splashing out of a pail.  He lifted his head and shook his black mop of hair, and yelled out some fragments of opera.  And he wriggled his large bounder\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back upon the piano-stool, wriggling upon his well-filled haunches.  Evidently he had a great deal of feeling for music: but very little prowess.  He yelped it out, and wriggled, and splashed the piano.  His friend the other bounder, a quiet one in a pale suit, with stout limbs, older than the wriggler, stood by the piano whilst the young one exhibited. . . . The q-b sat next to me, asking for this and that music, none of which the wriggler could supply.  He knew four scraps, and a few splashes\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnot more.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<em>Sea and Sardinia<\/em>, pp. 183-184<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Next post Tuesday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our bounder thrummed on the table and hummed something, and asked the q-b if she knew the Rosencavalier. He always appealed to her. She said she did. And ah, he was passionately fond of music, said he. Then he warbled, in a head voice, a bit more. He only knew classical music, said he. And [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-quotations"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=52"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=52"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.albumleaves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}