The last two days I've been in the office, George has been there as well. George is a fixture. He's worked there for about 260 years, and has been building stores for us that whole time. He's a good guy. Golfs as often as he can in the summer, puts on a smallish golf tournament for the staff, and we shake hands formally whenever I run into him.
But he's not a guy I would associate normally with classical music.
Anyway, these last two days we've both been in the office, I've heard him whistling the opening line from Igor Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring, and it's set me off singing it to myself the whole day.
The thing is, though, that I only know the first 20 notes or so. So that's all I can sing. | 
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