The Perfect Pitch
I was eleven when I first heard the color of a C-major chord. It was not a metaphor. I did not mean that the chord felt warm or bright or happy. I meant that when Dr. Henry Ashworth played a C-major chord on the piano in our drawing room, I saw a color—a pale yellow, the exact shade of the wallpaper in that room, which had been chosen by his wife, my mother, Mrs. Ashworth, three years before I...
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