'[...] this girl's proficiency as a typist had had a most remarkable effect on her piano-playing. It wasn't that it had improved it - it had always been perfect - but it had speeded it up quite a good deal. "In fact", said Puffy, "you won't believe this, but it's true, she can now play Chopin's Funeral March in forty-eight seconds!"

'This was a bit too much for us, of course. "Not forty-eight seconds?" said somebody. "Forty-eight seconds", insisted Puffy firmly. He said he had frequently timed her on his stop-watch. [...]'

Heavy Weather. Chapter 10