There also was a gramophone and Some records. One of the men selected a partite of Bach, played by Menuhin. We all listened to the magnificent, orderly music, Ya the strictly pure sound of the remote violin. In a cruel, chaotic warld, this music telling us how our lives ought to be, telling us that it is right to fight against the rule of brutality, vulgarity and confusion, While the record was being changed the youngest of the men thought all at once about another masterpiece of orderly beauty—about Paris, He said with a timid voice:
"What I could not bear, what d cided me to go, was the thought of the Germans being in Paris, I have lived there always. To imagine the Germans there and to do nothing about it—well, that was simply impossible."
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