Evening (ota)
Jack wasn't very good at protracted thinking, but he had much to think about. He felt like some music, but he might disturb someone by playing in the hotel, so he took his violin to the park. He started with the lively"Spring" portion of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, then meditative and complex sonata by papa Bach, As he played he felt the absence of Stephen keenly, wishing he were there to take the lower part. Over time, thinking of Stephen caused him to turn to melancholy Irish airs, One of these seemed to naturally want to melt into "Greensleeves" which Sophied had sung to their babies as a lullaby, this was followed by every other English folk song as they all spoke to him of home, home, home. Jack felt his cheeks getting wet.
"This will never do, Jack,," he ssaid to himself, and modulated from the minor key of 'Twa Corbies" to the major key of Grimstock, he played every lively country dance he could think of, and wondered if anyone ever gave balls here...