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Are you noticing, gentlemen, the way in which Joplin handles his mother tongue? Stebbins had shouted across the table:
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Impressionism,
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the old
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in contrast to the modern
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methods--any opinion of Joplin's, no matter how sane or logical, was jostled, sat on, punched in the ribs and otherwise maltreated until every man was breathless or black in the face with assumed rage--every man except the man jostled, who never lost his temper no matter what the provocation, and who always came up smiling with some such remark as:
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Smite away, you Pharisees; harmony is heavenly--but stupid. Keep it up--here's the other cheek!