to-to-ti-to-tom

Updated: May 18, 2025

The expression of benevolence was continually alternating with one of alarm. "Forte!" he muttered. "Andante! let yourselves go! Sing, you image! Tenors, you don't bring it off! To-to-ti-to-tom. . . . Sol . . . si . . . sol, I tell you, you blockhead! Glory! Basses, glo . . . o . . . ry." His bow travelled over the heads and shoulders of the erring trebles and altos.

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Love