A young sir has materialized, drenched in sea water but dressed in a fine unlabeled black tuxedo, on an English beach in early April. He hasn’t said a word to a person in any conceivable language. When doctors at the mental institute where he is held gave him paper and a pencil, in the hope that he might communicate by writing, he drew this piano. When doctors took him to a piano, out of curiosity, he played with stunning confidence and ease; an amazing contrast to his normal extreme shyness.
the time is two twenty-two on the twenty-second, good night …
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