For fourteen years a very good singing voice was heard only inside one car,
and its owner was neither ashamed of it nor unhappy in there.

That is the part everybody gets wrong about the story.
There was no suffering anywhere in it. The car was excellent. The voice stayed good.

But nobody else ever heard it,
and at the end of the fourteen years that was the complete biography of the voice.

The Book of the Shadow — Grind 56:5