“What You’re Trained to Do HE REMEMBERED HER song in every particular, how she carefully pronounced each word, and that each word was like a work in itself. He had never heard English or any language spoken with such lucidity, care, and dignity. The skillful enunciation and timing rode on the river of her voice, a voice that was so arresting because although it was of her body it was almost as if her soul were carried on it for an excursion in the air. It would not fade along with youth. Nor was... it corruptible. Nor was she, in contradiction of her own opinion, corrupted. She had insisted halfheartedly that he not see or call her, but she had allowed him to take her home. On the way, she said, “I’ve been telling you my stage name. It’s not my real name.” He then expected a multi-syllabic Eastern European name, or perhaps, given her accent, a name like Phelps or Horsey. “It’s not Catherine Sedley,” she told him somewhere in the Fifties, as they passed a French restaurant with a Chinese-red awning.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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