Middle C
“For several weeks his mind moved—larghissimo—like the slowest sections of symphonies. How often would an answer be repeated by the cello and like a rising woodwind exit as a query? He did not believe that Professor Ludens would have turned him in; he would not have remembered anything Joey said because he never really listened to anybody and interrupted every response that lasted more than a minute; but if it hadn’t been Ludens it had to have been a kid in the class—yet who? No one had seemed p...articularly devout or even interested in Luther, his concerns, or his causes. Most of them probably came from Lutheran households and were thoroughly tired of pious precepts by this time, though they wouldn’t have shrugged them off. Dogmas, tenets, creeds: they doubtless meant dates in church basements to them, hours of solemn Sunday services, and scheduled interruptions of life—little more. So who?Then what about the oddly long delay in tattling? Had that denunciatory paper sat in a basket awaiting the rector’s eye?MoreLess
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