Musings & memories of a musician

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Last evening we were sitting downstairs in the coffee-room, having supper, when suddenly some one in the adjoining dining-hall began to play Chopin's Study in A flat on the piano. I sprang up, intending to put a stop to it, and exclaiming, "Oh, these women!" when Brahms said, " No, my dear, this is no woman." I went into the hall to look, and found he was right. " Yes," he said, " in this respect I am hardly ever mistaken ; and it is by no means an easy thing to distinguish, by the sense of hearing alone, a feminine man from a masculine woman!" 

Last evening we were sitting downstairs in the coffee-room, having supper, when suddenly some one in the adjoining dining-hall began to play Chopin's Study in A flat on the piano. I sprang up, intending to put a stop to it, and exclaiming, "Oh, these women!" when Brahms said, " No, my dear, this is no woman." I went into the hall to look, and found he was right. " Yes," he said, " in this respect I am hardly ever mistaken ; and it is by no means an easy thing to distinguish, by the sense of hearing alone, a feminine man from a masculine woman!" 

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