Interrogations
What is this?”
“Music.”
“Did you write it yourself?”
“I did, on board ship.”
“Can you play it?”
“I can.”
“Play it, then.”
On the piano in the ship’s saloon, I played the main theme of the Violin Sonata on its own, without accompaniment. It was not appreciated.
“Can you play Chopin?”
“What would you like me to play?”
“The Funeral March.”
I played four bars. The official evidently enjoyed it.
“Very good,” he said, with feeling.
“Did you know for whose death it was composed?”
“No.”
“His dog’s.”
(Via Alex Ross: The Rest Is Noise)

That might be my next book. Am almost finished with “The Rest is Noise“, which I thoroughly enjoyed!!