necessary condition for her greatness - and each time that he plays the tape, when he comes to that final number, he knows that it was for him alone - and that that was more than she had ever given to anyone else.

I do not know what became of him afterward. When the moral is reached it is customary to close - hopefully with a striking image. But all that I see striking now are typewriter keys, and I am fairly certain that he would have used the catcall tape at the end if she had finished the performance on a weak note. But, of course, she didn't. Which is why he was satisfied. For he was an aficionado before he was a lover, and one loves different things in different places.

There is also a place of understanding, but it is difficult, and sometimes unnecessary, to find it.