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| | A Composer’s Diary:Richard Stoker |
 | | As Wakefield Westgate approached, the chant of the train's wheels the week before began again, but this time it was no longer 'Ar-Thur Ben-Ja-Min', this had changed to become: 'Se-Ven-Cur-Tain-Calls', 'Se-Ven-Cur-Tain-Calls', crescendoing in my head as the train's brakes squeaked to a sudden stop. |
 | | The anticipation in the last twenty minutes as the train approached the station was overwhelming. |
 | | I remember what a thrilling experience it was: the time in the three long, smoky tunnels approaching King’s Cross seemed interminable; then, as the train came suddenly out into the sunlight, the rhythm of the wheels seemed to spell out the name Ar-thur Ben-ja-mn, Ar-thur Ben-ja-min. |
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