“In the end, it was a Bach motet that shooed me away – choristers weren’t damnably bad, but the organist’s only hope for salvation was a bullet through the brain. Told him so, too – tact and restraint all well and good in small talk, but one mustn’t beat around any bush where music is concerned.”

“In the end, it was a Bach motet that shooed me away – choristers weren’t damnably bad, but the organist’s only hope for salvation was a bullet through the brain. Told him so, too – tact and restraint all well and good in small talk, but one mustn’t beat around any bush where music is concerned.”

— David Mitchell