One afternoon, Sir Adrian Boult was conducting a program of
contemporary music, one of the items being a work by the composer X.
The rehearsal had been going on for some time when Mr. X himself
arrived, sat in the hall, and listened to the music for a while,
showing increasing signs of restlessness and irritation. In the end he
stood up. "Sir Adrian," he called out, "Sir Adrian, could you PLEASE
take it a little quicker?" Sir Adrian Boult peered out into the hall.
"Ah, Mr. X," he said, "Yes, certainly, we can take it quicker if you
wish. But you do realize that we haven't come to your piece yet, don't
you?"
contemporary music, one of the items being a work by the composer X.
The rehearsal had been going on for some time when Mr. X himself
arrived, sat in the hall, and listened to the music for a while,
showing increasing signs of restlessness and irritation. In the end he
stood up. "Sir Adrian," he called out, "Sir Adrian, could you PLEASE
take it a little quicker?" Sir Adrian Boult peered out into the hall.
"Ah, Mr. X," he said, "Yes, certainly, we can take it quicker if you
wish. But you do realize that we haven't come to your piece yet, don't
you?"
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