"You treat me," Curtis said without malice, like a tympanist in a jazz band perpetually dodging from one instrument to another." (from Scales of Justice, by Dame Ngaio Marsh)
If you have ever seen a one-man percussion section, you know precisely what Dame Ngaio means in this excerpt from her novel. One minute you are playing this instrument, and the next something else.
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