This reminds me of the resonant peals of the temple bells in South India, From A Pelican at Blandings. How can just a Gong be tuned to such an art form with such descriptive words? Loved it! And contemplating one such Gong to summon my own family at dinner time instead of the shriek of Dinner is ready!!! which falls on deaf ears! Beach replaced the gong stick with the quiet glow of satisfaction which this part of his duties always gave him. He loved to hear the music swell to the sound of a great Amen and die away in a pianissimo like the last distant murmur of a passing thunderstorm. It had taken him some years to bring his art to the present state of perfection. At the outset of his career he had been a mere crude banger, but today he was prepared to match his virtuosity against any butler in England. Gally, complimenting him once on a masterly performance, had ventured the opinion that it was the large dorsal muscles that did it. Beach himself attributed his success to wrist work and the follow through
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 04:28:44 +0000