text:  "What a spinnet!" he cried--"what a wretched kettle! How can you expect a man to perform on such a miserable instrument? The thing is absurd--hear this A--hear this G--it's like a hurdygurdy--not one note of it in tune!" But the performer stayed at the piano notwithstanding and played incessantly thumping the keys with such tremendous force that every minute a chord snapped; when such a thing happened--he burst into a laugh and said "Good! there's another gone--there will soon be none left