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At
least
he
had
done
something
,
at
last
.
What
a
relief
!
Propped
comfortably
against
the
car
door
,
Juliana
read
.
Beside
her
,
his
elbow
out
the
window
,
Joe
drove
with
one
hand
lightly
on
the
wheel
,
a
cigarette
stuck
to
his
lower
lip
;
he
was
a
good
driver
,
and
they
had
covered
a
good
deal
of
the
distance
from
Canon
City
already
.
The
car
radio
played
mushy
beer
-
garden
folk
music
,
an
accordion
band
doing
one
of
the
countless
polkas
or
schottishes
;
she
had
never
been
able
to
tell
them
one
from
another
.
"
Kitsch
,
"
Joe
said
,
when
the
music
ended
.
"
Listen
,
I
know
a
lot
about
music
;
I
’
ll
tell
you
who
a
great
conductor
was
.
You
probably
don
’
t
remember
him
.
Arturo
Toscanini
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
still
reading
.
"
He
was
Italian
.
But
the
Nazis
wouldn
’
t
let
him
conduct
after
the
war
,
because
of
his
politics
.
He
’
s
dead
,
now
.
I
don
’
t
like
that
von
Karajan
,
permanent
conductor
of
the
New
York
Philharmonic
.
We
had
to
go
to
concerts
by
him
,
our
work
dorm
.
What
I
like
,
being
a
wop
—
you
can
guess
.
"
He
glanced
at
her
.
"
You
like
that
book
?
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
engrossing
.
"
"
I
like
Verdi
and
Puccini
.
All
we
get
in
New
York
is
heavy
German
bombastic
Wagner
and
Orff
,
and
we
have
to
go
every
week
to
one
of
those
corny
U
.
S
.
Nazi
Party
dramatic
spectacles
at
Madison
Square
Garden
,
with
the
flags
and
drums
and
trumpets
and
the
flickering
flame
.
History
of
the
Gothic
tribes
or
other
educational
crap
,
chanted
instead
of
spoken
,
so
as
to
be
called
‘
art
.
’
Did
you
ever
see
New
York
before
the
war
?
"
