Quantity, if not quality

He now stood forth as the possessor of a charming baritone - full of life and feeling and, above all, loud. And volume of sound is what you want at a village concert. Make the lights flicker and bring plaster down from the ceiling, and you are home. Esmond Haddock did not cater simply for those who had paid the price of admission, he took in strollers along the High Street and even those who had remained at their residences, curled up with a good book.

(from The Mating Season, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)