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[Keen and lovely man moved as in a dance]
Keen and lovely man moved as in a dance to be considerate in lighted, glass-walled almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music, art. Had a heart. “With eyes like yours I should think the dictaphone” or did he say the flute? His sensitivity—it stopped you. And the neighbors said “She’s taking lessons on the dictaphone” as tho it were a saxophone. He gave the job to somebody else.