"It must be. Sit down and forget. Imagine the world beautifully incurable and your occupation consequently gone."
The doctor sat down, saying:
"My imagination stops short at that feat."
He kept silence for a moment, then he said:
"You know what I want."
"No," Valentine answered. "But I'll do anything. You know that."
"I want your music."
Valentine suddenly became unresponsive. He didn't speak at first, and both Julian and the doctor glanced at him in some surprise.
"Oh, you want me to be David to your Saul," he said at length.
"Yes."