"How little they know about art! How long has it been since he introduced one of the Temple singers into our lady's hall to show what a piercing high note could be reached by a male voice?
And he had the creature sing to prove his contention.

I thought I should die! It was worse than awful; it was criminal!" The athlete laughed.
"Any singer, then, but Juventius therefore is a malefactor!" he said.
"No, it does not follow," Juventius protested in all seriousness, while the child flashed a look of intense amusement at the athlete.
"But," waving a pair of long white hands, "none should trifle with music.

It is one of the graces of Nature, divine and elemental.
Wherefore, anything short of a perfect production becometh a mockery and a mockery against divine things is blasphemy.

Ergo, the poor musician is in danger of Hades!" "The monster is safe, safe!" the girl protested.

"He does not sing, and from what I caught through the crack of the door, the pretty stranger had better not.