Not at church or funerals, or with people like Mr. Larsen. I'm not like you and Mrs. Harsanyi. I come of rough people. But I'm independent, too. There is no use my talking, Mr. Harsanyi.
Every artist knows.
Harsanyi stood looking at his pupil's back, bent as if she were pushing something, at her lowered head. You can sing for those people because with them you do not commit yourself. But the reality, one cannot uncover THAT until one is sure. Let me helpyou to make yourself sure of it. That I can do better than Bowers.