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Chapter 5
"LONDON’SFINESTSCENTANDCOLOURORGAN.ALLTHELATESTSYNTHETICMUSIC."
Theyentered.Theairseemedhotandsomehowbreathlesswiththescentofambergrisandsandalwood.Onthedomedceilingofthehall,thecolourorganhadmomentarilypaintedatropicalsunset.TheSixteenSexophonistswereplayinganoldfavourite:"Thereain’tnoBottleinalltheworldlikethatdearlittleBottleofmine."Fourhundredcoupleswerefive-steppingroundthepolishedfloor.LeninaandHenryweresoonthefourhundredandfirst.Thesaxophoneswailedlikemelodiouscatsunderthemoon,moanedinthealtoandtenorregistersasthoughthelittledeathwereuponthem.Richwithawealthofharmonics,theirtremulouschorusmountedtowardsaclimax,louderandeverlouder–untilatlast,withawaveofhishand,theconductorletloosethefinalshatteringnoteofether-musicandblewthesixteenmerelyhumanblowerscleanoutofexistence.ThunderinAflatmajor.Andthen,inallbutsilence,inallbutdarkness,therefollowedagradualdeturgescence,adiminuendoslidinggradually,throughquartertones,down,downtoafaintlywhispereddominantchordthatlingeredon(whilethefive-fourrhythmsstillpulsedbelow)chargingthedarkenedsecondswithanintenseexpectancy.Andatlastexpectancywasfulfilled.
