Again the page was played, the tam-tam's thin edge set shivering with mournful resonance.
Come fleetly, come fleetly, my hookabadar, For the sound of the tam-tam is heard from afar.
With a scorching whiff of sulphur and violets, a thin, spiral scream, the music tapered into the sepulchral clang of a tam-tam.
He re-read the score, set it going on the organ, then picked up the tam-tam.
Priests attend upon the goddess, and female dancers display their talent before her, accompanied by the loud music of the tam-tam.