boldi's

Updated: June 13, 2025

I turned to look at de Savignac he was drunk and there was a strange glitter in his eyes, his cheeks flushed to a dull crimson, but not from wine. Boldi's violin talked now and then it wept under the vibrant grip of the master, who dominated it until it dominated those to whom it played.

F. Berkeley (Frank Berkeley) Smith - A Village of Vagabonds