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She
had
never
heard
that
symphony
before
,
but
she
knew
that
it
was
written
by
Richard
Halley
.
She
recognized
the
violence
and
the
magnificent
intensity
.
She
recognized
the
style
of
the
theme
;
it
was
a
clear
,
complex
melody
—
at
a
time
when
no
one
wrote
melody
any
longer
.
.
.
.
She
sat
looking
up
at
the
ceiling
of
the
car
,
but
she
did
not
see
it
and
she
had
forgotten
where
she
was
.
She
did
not
know
whether
she
was
hearing
a
full
symphony
orchestra
or
only
the
theme
;
perhaps
she
was
hearing
the
orchestration
in
her
own
mind
.
She
thought
dimly
that
there
had
been
premonitory
echoes
of
this
theme
in
all
of
Richard
Halley
’
s
work
,
through
all
the
years
of
his
long
struggle
,
to
the
day
,
in
his
middle
-
age
,
when
fame
struck
him
suddenly
and
knocked
him
out
.
This
—
she
thought
,
listening
to
the
symphony
—
had
been
the
goal
of
his
struggle
.
She
remembered
half
-
hinted
attempts
in
his
music
,
phrases
that
promised
it
,
broken
bits
of
melody
that
started
but
never
quite
reached
it
;
when
Richard
Halley
wrote
this
,
he
.
.
.
She
sat
up
straight
.
When
did
Richard
Halley
write
this
?
In
the
same
instant
,
she
realized
where
she
was
and
wondered
for
the
first
time
where
that
music
came
from
.
A
few
steps
away
,
at
the
end
of
the
car
,
a
brakeman
was
adjusting
the
controls
of
the
air
-
conditioner
.
He
was
blond
and
young
.
He
was
whistling
the
theme
of
the
symphony
.
She
realized
that
he
had
been
whistling
it
for
some
time
and
that
this
was
all
she
had
heard
.
She
watched
him
incredulously
for
a
while
,
before
she
raised
her
voice
to
ask
,
"
Tell
me
please
,
what
are
you
whistling
?
"
The
boy
turned
to
her
.
She
met
a
direct
glance
and
saw
an
open
,
eager
smile
,
as
if
he
were
sharing
a
confidence
with
a
friend
.
She
liked
his
face
—
its
lines
were
tight
and
firm
,
it
did
not
have
that
look
of
loose
muscles
evading
the
responsibility
of
a
shape
,
which
she
had
learned
to
expect
in
people
’
s
faces
.
"
It
’
s
the
Halley
Concerto
,
"
he
answered
,
smiling
.
"
Which
one
?
"
