It's fun to get an outsider's perspective. The author's having fun in the
first few chapters building up an ultra-romantic vibe, then letting it fall
crashing down.
. . . They worked all day and long into the night, with breaks for
impromptu symposia on subjets that then seemed hopelessly arcane to
me. At one, there was a heated discussion on how to cut perfect miters
for the purfling.
. . . Sam, a little frustrated by the simple-minded questions I was asking
him, said testily, "I hope you're not going to do what people have a
tendency to do with violin makers: make me seem like a kindly old wood
carver---like Geppetto."
. . . He was dressed nothing like Geppetto. No suspenders, no heavy
leather apron, no knickers.