He's quite a guy,' Joel told me. 'Do you know what he told me after lying under a cliff for thirty-six hours with two inches of his femur sticking out? He said: Queenie, I think I'm going to pass out and before I do, I'm going to give you a piece of advice--God, I thought he was going to die then and knew and was telling me what to do with his book--and he said quite solemnly: Queenie, always stick to Bach and the early Italians--and passed out cold as a mackerel. And by God, it's not bad advice.