Several years ago, when I lived in Cambridge, I happened to sit next to an eccentric man on a flight to Boston, who had a large musical instrument occupying the seat next to him. Suspecting that it wasn’t a cello, I asked what it might be, and he said a viola da gamba. I replied, …










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