James Carter heard Jane Sampson's voice, clear and light, "I've always felt that music should have a soul, and I, have long since lost that soul. I feel that I can never play the music from before, nor can I sing with the emotions that used to fill my heart."
James Carter was truly surprised that Jane Sampson's answer turned out to be like this.
"What do you think the soul of music is?" asked James Carter.
"It's purity, not mixed with many purposes that one is even ashamed to speak of," Jane Sampson said gently as she spun the cup in her hands, her voice seemingly hollow, "Music should also be noble, but I, have long ago, long before now, thrown out all that should have been pure, all my passion, behind me."
"I tried hard, I did everything I could to perform, at first, really because I simply loved it, but later, it wasn't the same." Jane Sampson said with a self-deprecating laugh, then sat quietly there, not speaking again.
