|Friday, November 17, 2006|
|Panel 1: After
the Coffee House, Junior Fellows are milling around in one of my
inexplicable white voids, probably located somewhere in or near the
Davies dining hall. Marie has approached Casey.|
Marie: Casey, that was amazing. I never knew you played the violin.
Casey: Thank you. I've...sort of been hiding it.
Casey: Oh, I don't know. People make such a fuss about it...want me to join quartets and so on.
Casey: Fact is...I don't read music. Not a note. When they find out, they treat me like a freak of nature.
Panel 4: Barbara pops up behind Marie.
Barbara: So...like I treat you.
Casey: Well, yes, but you're a special case.
Alt-Text: Ah...the eternal war between the Classical Musicians and the Improvisers...