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dull lutes and sigh.” She looks him over. The creases in his brow look more good-humored than fierce. “Is there a tree around here to be up?” she asks. The fountain says, “If you must listen to the whisperings of the well of loneliness, bring along bongos.” The man says, “There are trees and there are trees. Some trees are bigger than others. Some trees’ seeds are bigger than other trees’ seeds.” “What about mustard seeds?” the girl says, and, “Should I have brought bongos?” “If you’ve been carrying a beat,” the man says, and the fountain finishes, “you can