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      from the introduction to TINWHISTLE BASIC                 Screen 1    
    
     FROM PAGE 111....Many  years  ago, far  more  years than I today like to
     remember, I  was  given  a  tin whistle and soon I was picking out tunes,
     not  very  fancy  tunes, Frre  Jacques and  Yankee Doodle and Red River
     Valley  and  things  like  that, but  still  and all tunes, and while my
     efforts  were  appreciated  by  no  one, least  of  all the neighbors, I
     spent many happy hours curled up in the family easy chair, oblivious  to
     all but the movement of my fingers and the sweet, piercing sound.     
          Later  on, I acquired a flute. It wasn't a very good instrument but
     it  did  have keys and that meant that now there were  thirteen notes to
     the octave instead of only eight.  It also meant that musically speaking,
     I was no longer illiterate; I didn't have to  depend on my ear alone; in
     fact, I didn't have to depend upon my ear at all; all I had to do was to
     look  at  the  score, and  if there was a spot on the second line of the
     staff, that  meant  keep  everything  closed with my left hand and every-
     thing open with my right and lo and behold, a middle G.                  
          A  whole new world opened to me.  If I was sufficiently nimble with
     my fingers and sufficiently quick with my eyes, then anything written on
     paper could be transmuted into glorious, limpid sound.  But  somehow  it
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