Once when several of us
were driving up to
Boston, we
stopped at a roadside
restaurant for lunch.
There
was a table near a
corner window where we
could all look out
and see a pond.
People were
swimming and diving.
There were
special arrangements for
sliding into the water.
Inside
the restaurant was a juke
box.
Somebody put a dime in.
I
noticed that the music that
came out accompanied the
swimmers,
though they didn’t hear it.
- John Cage
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