He retreated into the den, poured a drink and played Mozart’s String Quartet No. 14, whose light and graceful first movement reminded him of walking along a winding, sunny path toward a castle where in bliss a princess slept for centuries.
Then his wife walked in, eyes red with tears. “Forgive me,” she pleaded.
He held his finger to his lips. “I hear only Mozart. Understand?”
Go on – sit back, listen and enjoy – Ed.