Self’s mother attended Curtis as an 11-year-old who had never, ever left the Philippines before.
So when she reads the below passage in My Antonia, she is practically in tears:
They found he had absolute pitch, and a remarkable memory. As a very young child he could repeat, after a fashion, any composition that was played for him. No matter how many wrong notes he struck, he never lost the intention of a passage, he brought the substance of it across by irregular and astonishing means. He wore his teachers out. He could never learn like other people, never acquired any finish.
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