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Extraction Summary
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People
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Organizations
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Locations
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Events
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Relationships
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Quotes
Document Information
Type:
Manuscript / personal narrative (evidence in house oversight investigation)
File Size:
1.27 MB
Summary
A page from a manuscript or personal memoir recounting a violin performance. The narrator describes playing 'Vivaldi' and an encore of 'Orientale' at the behest of their teacher, while reflecting philosophically on audience perception and the concept of being 'awake' versus 'asleep' in life. The document bears a House Oversight Bates stamp.
People (2)
| Name | Role | Context |
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| Narrator | Violinist/Student |
Author of the text, describing a childhood or past violin performance.
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| Violin Teacher | Teacher |
Male figure who instructed the narrator during rehearsal and pushed them back on stage for an encore.
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Timeline (2 events)
Locations (1)
| Location | Context |
|---|---|
Relationships (1)
Teacher instructed narrator during rehearsal and managed their stage presence.
Key Quotes (4)
"One person's logic is another person's humor."Source
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"Violin up! Violin up!"Source
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"I was overwhelmed by the notion that everybody in the audience had their own individual This-is-me"Source
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Quote #3
"How could you tell who was awake and who was asleep?"Source
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Full Extracted Text
Complete text extracted from the document (1,313 characters)
buzz–would serve as my lifetime filter for perceiving reality and its rules. If you could somehow translate that buzz into words, it would spell out: One person's logic is another person's humor.
I finished playing "Vivaldi" by rote. Then I bowed to the audience and walked off stage. The applause continued, and I was pushed back on stage by my violin teacher, to play an encore, "Orientale." I had previously asked him–while rehearsing the encore–why it wasn't listed on the program since we already knew that I would play it at the concert. But instead of answering my question, he poked me in the chest, verbalizing each poke: "Violin up! Violin up!" Now, while playing "Orientale," I heard the echo of his voice, and I automatically raised my violin higher.
Then I popped my ears and the music sounded clearer. I wondered if it sounded clearer to the audience too. They had no idea that their laughter had woken me up. I was overwhelmed by the notion that everybody in the audience had their own individual This-is-me, but maybe some of them were still asleep and didn't know it. How could you tell who was awake and who was asleep? After all, I hadn't known that I was asleep, and look what I accomplished before I woke up. If it hadn't been for that itch, I might still be asleep.
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