All over my dorm I was hearing new things, or hearing old things in a new way. One of the most dramatic discoveries for me was courtesy of a guy a dorm block or two over who played the flute really, really well. I’m guessing I heard the sound of his instrument coming from his window, then traced it to the dorm room it came from, and, if memory serves, invited myself into his room.
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William Walton draws us in: to the Globe Playhouse, to the London of 1600, to Shakespeare’s great war yarn … and to the London of my earliest youth.