The end of the webinovel is in sight, and the closer I draw to the close the harder it gets. Today, I trotted over the broken bones of the Saints as I worked from my ancient outline. I had been writing my way across the letters of Heidi Walker on the previous day. As an aside, she mentions the canons on the Goldberg ground, discovered in Bach’s own hand in a private collection in 1974. I can see how this ends: with our future musicologists gathering for a concert. There is much revelry and joy: it is a joyous occasion to celebrate music, to enjoy it, and to let it work its magic. Until I can cross that rubicon by magic, there is much work to do. Please bear (bare) with me (pardon our dust) as I do that work.