Meanwhile Ling is turning dials in the air, he is drawing sine waves around his knees that turn into figure eights. At one moment, he begs the brass for more, as if holding ice cubes he is anxious ...

‘Ding-a-ling-a-ling!’ Sounded the defining bell on ... staring out onto the busy street in front of him with a solemn look on his face. He wore a green checked waistcoat with a tiny pair ...