Cholera in the time of love
After all this time, I think I finally get it. I was recently reunited with an old friend from high school. My best friend from high school, in fact. Our families got together, everyone got along, and as the dust of conversation settled toward the rug of companionable silence, talk turned to work. And when the inevitable happened, and my old friend and his wife—classical-music lovers both—asked how much a person had to spend these days in order to get a good music system, I answered their question with a question—a question that, crazily enough, just popped into my head: “Do you want an appliance that’ll get the job done, or do you have faith that a good system can transform listening into something special?” My friend looked at me as if I’d…
