Monday, October 29, 2012

Hope Llanso Sketch

"The lights had also come on inside the bar, as night had fallen without the sailors having realized it.  Seamen and fishermen were drinking noisily, and the air in the bar was thick with smoke from their pipes and cigars.  From time to time someone would put a nickel coin in the slot of a music box on the wall, and the chords of some old march, polka, or waltz would rise into the air with a great crash of drums and cymbals"

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