tetrachord, came to us from the Greeks.”     

       I laughed him down. The intervals of that Greek tetrachord were not the same as ours. They used intervals that actually can not be written in our notation—three quarter tones, one and a quarter tones. Pythagoras states, 'The intervals in music are rather to be judged intellectually through numbers than sensibly through the ear.' For they followed the acoustic laws, like the Chinese! The fragments we have of the worship of Apollo are more nearly like the ancient Confucian hymn than like anything known in modern music. “Tell me, sir, did you know that? And tell me this—does not the quality you call 'culture' imply that we should seek sympathetically for the standpoint of other minds? Has it never occurred to you that when Oriental music sounds absurd and out of key to you, it is your own ear that is at fault—that the intervals are too fine and true for your false, piano-trained sense? For such is the fact.”     

       I was shaking my finger under his nose, so closely that he had to lean back.     

       “And I will tell you,” I added, standing right over him, “that the Chinese sheng has seventeen pipes, not twelve.”     

       “Ah,” he broke in, “but the other pipes are mute.”     

       “Two are mute,” I replied triumphantly. “And two are duplicates of others. The correct number of speaking pipes is fifteen.”     

       His eyes were kindling now. “See here!” he cried. “Who and what are you?”     

       “I am a banker!” I shouted—the first thing that came to my tongue. Then I turned and walked straight out on deck. It was precisely the moment for leaving; even the weak-minded could see that their oracle was tripped. Besides, I had to be alone. For I was breaking into a profuse sweat. The drops were running down my forehead into my eyes and clouding my spectacles; I had to take them off and carry them in my hand.     

       My under lip was quivering so that my teeth chattered. And my heart was palpitating, and skipping beats.     

       It was wet and wild and dark out there on deck; but in my intense moods I like the rough, elemental thing.     

       I stood right up to the 

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