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What did I tell you? Mordecai returned yesterday, after only two cycles of the Rachmaninoff.

And, as usual, he brought me a gift. I’ve been sipping coffee and reading T.S. Eliot to muster up the courage to try it out.

It’s a Listening Chair. My brother tells me that it will play what you need to listen to. I’m not sure what that means. It’s both intriguing and troubling. Much like Mordecai.

I’m sure I’ll have much to report tonight once I’ve tried it out.

Being that he has been gone for nearly a month, Charles and I decided it was time for Mordecai to come back from whence he’d gone.

The surest way to lure my brother back is to play Rachmaninoff’s Largo section of Symphony Number 2 in E minor (Op. 27). The piece speaks to him. (Incidentally, if you’d like to get rid of my brother, play Ornette Coleman’s Sound Museum.)

So I set up the record player in the garden beneath the DictaTree; this way, the many trumpet-shaped blossoms will amplify the music and reach Mordecai. Wherever he is.

Symphony Number 2 in E minor will be playing all day here at the house. The overcast weather is perfect for it, don’t you think.

Take a listen, though I warn you, Mordecai might show up expecting a snack and a full pipe. Rachmaninoff Symph No 2 Op 27 I. Largo