Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus

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And then he heard the music.
Ludmilla risked removing her hands from her ears.
‘It’s horrible! What is it, Mr Poons?’
Windle tried to pull the remains of his hat over his ears. ‘Don’t know,’ he said. ‘It could be music. If you’d never heard music before.’
There weren’t notes. There were strung-together noises that might have been intended to be notes, put Windle shook his head.
‘Music to attract humans? Is that what you’re getting at? But that can’t be true. It’s not attracting us. Quite the reverse, I assure you.’ ‘Yes, but you’re not human . . . exactly,’ said Ludmilla.’And -‘ She stopped, and went red in the face.together as one might draw a map of a country that one had never seen.Hnyip. Ynyip. Hulyomp.‘It’s coming from outside the city,’ said Ludmilla. ‘Where all the people . . . are . . . going . . . They can’t like it, can they?’ ‘I can’t imagine why they should,’ said Windle.‘It’s just that, . . you remember the trouble with the rats last year? That man who said he had a pipe that played music only rats could hear?’‘Yes, but that wasn’t really true, it was all a fraud, it was just the Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents -‘‘But supposing it could have been true?’