He suffered particularly from unpleasant voices. I can still see him before me in conversation with a high aristocrat, completely bent over, his shoulders tortured and even his eyes cast down, so that they might not betray how much he suffered physically from the gentleman's unpleasant falsetto. But how good to be with him when he was kindly disposed toward someone! Then one sensed his inner goodness---although he remained sparing of words and gestures---like a warm, healing outpouring deep into one's soul.
From The World of Yesterday, 1943 (Univ of Nebraska Press, p 144)
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