Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

I want to live like music sounds."- Ruth

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

And so they played some of the world's loveliest piano music - the exiled homesick girl, the humiliated, tired old man. Not properly. Better than that.

She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose].

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.

This is worse than Hollywood, he thought. A girl comes in with a pork chop and I write a song for her.