The only things which afforded me any pleasure in that great collection of Ingres drawings, let alone in that very dull, frowsy, stale, and unprofitable city of Montauban, whither I had travelled on purpose to see it, were an old printed copy of "Don Juan oder der Steinerne Gast" in a glass case alongside of M. Ingres' century-long-uncleaned fiddle and a half-page of Mozart's autograph, given to M. Ingres when a student by a Prix de Rome musician.
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