A fact I do (vaguley) remember from that little book, is that in the year of 1826, the troubled Austrian Burgmeister of "Lemberg" (Lviv) brought over a bunch of specialists for an important meeting. A worrying crack in the City Hall's Tower was threatening to become a catastrophe. The Alarm Bells were ringing. Metaphorically. Nobody dared ring the tower's bells at that point obviously. No need to any way, the bored trumpeter, standing outside the Hall's front doors was the one sounding the hour, and the eventual alarm.

Thankfully, the experts were formal. There was absolutely no risk of anything collapsing in this fine building. Despite the appearances it was in top notch shape. German-Austrian craftsmanship and all that... But while they were cutting into the celebratory cherry Strudel, the carpenter, which we shall call Franz, because that I cannot remember, barged in the meeting room screaming "My Meisters, the Tower is collapsing!". And as these words were spoken, the tower did indeed topple, and the deadly tons of stone crashed down, to flatten the trumpeter and his instrument.

An hommage, fittingly, in E 'flat'.