Arthur loved the deep sound of his instrument. He also loved its form and shape, its colors and glossiness. But most of all he enjoyed seeing the reflections of his fellow orchestra members in his instrument. However, this caused some problems when he practiced alone, as he could not concentrate without those reflections of the orchestra members present on his instrument. He decided to seek professional help from the psychotherapist Dave. Dave advised to ask the Media Man Duncan to take a big photo of the entire group and set it up in Arthur’s practice room. Now he can practice playing his solos.

My Grandmother was born in Melbourne,
At five she learned to play the french horn,
In two bands she did play,
Until "wee" hours of the day,
And boy, in the end, was her horn worn.
J. Winkel