... the rim of my hat, and there walking toward me, in the baby-blue and pink of the bright dawn(but a big way off), came a straggling line of naked niggers, headed by the It- god,Itself. the sounds ... Till the attention to detail of Paderewski—athis best, when he makes the women faint and with the power and volume of achurch organ with all the stops pulled out. It shook and It trilled and It ... quavered, and It gargled as if It had a barrel of glycothermoline in It& apos;s mouth and had beenexposed to diphtheria, and It finished—just as I tripped on a snake and fell—witha round bar of high...