“Do you like music?” she asked me.
“I do if it’s nice music in a nice world,” I said.
“In a nice world there is no nice music,” she said, “In a nice world the air doesn’t vibrate.”
“Do you like music?” she asked me.
“I do if it’s nice music in a nice world,” I said.
“In a nice world there is no nice music,” she said, “In a nice world the air doesn’t vibrate.”
