The church bell sounded through the old singles glazed windows. The radio played Mahler. He lit his cigar which had gone out while he was so immersed in his news paper that the ash had fallen off and with it any remaining glow. It was staring at his face and and soon as it had attracted his interest he lost it again. he came back to the present. the music. oh good old mahler. how the tunes could make him feel. he felt the love of god in it. it didn't happen to much to him anymore that he let himself feel these deep emotions. the profession he had chosen for his living made it necessary for him to keep a certain distance from events most of the time. too many of his peers had failed by being caught up in things, by being pulled in, by getting attached and most of all by taking things personal that should have never been taken personal in a game a raw and brutal as nature has been since eternity. but this little pleasure, the music, it was safe to enjoy and he gave himself to it with all of his heart.