" Also, he always stopped before the music and piano store. It was a splendid store. And in the window was a small white dog upon his haunches, with head cocked gravely to one side, a small white dog that never moved, that never barked, that listened attentively at the flaring funnel of a horn to hear "His Master's Voice" -a horn forever silent, and a voice that never spoke. "

― Thomas Wolfe , The Lost Boy