Why Fiction?

Unfortunately, after the concert he [Maurice] met Risley.“Symphony Pathique,” said Risley gaily.“Symphony Pathetic,” corrected the Philistine [Maurice].“Symphonie Incestuese et Pathique.” And he informed his young friend that Tchaikovsky had fallen in love with his own nephew, and dedicated his masterpiece to him. “I come to see all respectable London flock. Isn’t it supreme!” E.M. Forster, […]