Von Bernewitz, my piano teacher in Virginia in the 80s, was well on the way to Collierhood. There were vertical piles of books in the living room, and multiple piano viscerae all around. He had some sheet music I wished I could have gotten my hands on. I lost contact with him when I stopped taking lessons, and then one day he turned up at the rest home I played at. I was happy to see him, but he was rather out of it, and died a few days later.
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