:02:15
Do you have to play that?You ought to know better.
:02:40
Run out. Run away.
:02:41
Run off somewherewhere they don't know you.
:02:44
Bury your violin in the deepest hole.Still won't do you any good.
:02:47
You think you hate music now.You don't, you couldn't.
:02:50
Music is a compulsion, an obsession.You'll blow up if you don't play it.
:02:55
What did you thinka concert career would be?
:02:57
Something you put togetherwith toothpicks?
:03:00
Little ink spots and finger exercises?
:03:03
Drop a nickel in the slotand out pops a concert?
:03:08
Look at them.Look at your beauties.
:03:12
How many minutes, days, months, yearsof your life are bedded in the waxed wood?
:03:16
There's your biography.
:03:19
Paul Boray, virtuoso, artist.
:03:25
Why don't you leave him alone, Bauer.
:03:39
All my life I wantedto do the right thing.
:03:43
But it never worked out.
:03:45
I'm outside always looking in.
:03:49
Feeling all the timeI'm far away from home.
:03:54
And where home is, I don't know.
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I...
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