From a dim corner, Stella [a bird] stirred: a floofing of feathers, a dry click, click of talons across the perch.

As a piece of executancy, the rendering of this exquisite duet was perfect.

The reputation of a man depends on the first steps he makes in the world.

But too many of them are vague ballads, and too many are gospely, horn-section, jump-blues kitsch.