Every bar in the building has its own note coming off the hooks.
Rack three is flat and slightly sour. The light one on the end rings like a struck glass.
The old place had one dropped so often it had stopped ringing at all.

Fifteen years bought me perfect pitch in a language with no second speaker.
I do not know whether that is mastery.
I know it is not nothing, and I know it has never added a kilo.

The Book of the King — Grind 44:4