How can we take the time if we never make the time?

There's a fascinating article in the Washington Post about what happened when they persuaded a world-class violinist, using a rare Stradivarius, to play some of the world's 'best' classical music purposes while standing on an intersection in a busy Washington D.C. Metro station. Would commuters stop, and listen in awe - or move on in their busy lives?

Ironically, the article itself - as presented on the web - is so hideously long and complicated, I had to skim-read to find out what happened next. So the article online is definitely not a work of art. ;)