An Italian writer who had moved from Italy to the west coast of Scotland was asked why he had exchanged his glorious, sunny native land for those melancholy, rainy parts.
"It is simple," he replied. "In Italy, silence is very expensive. In Scotland, it is very cheap."
That silence should be viewed as a commodity of such rarity that it should be affordable only by the rich or the geographically isolated is a commentary on the noisiness of modern life.
This plea for silence in an era when the noise from teenagers loudly announces their presence is thoughtful and courteous. I wonder if we will be able to pay attention to the piece over the clicking of our keyboards.