The story of the string quartet that continued to play as the Titanic sunk has always been a fascinating one for me.

What were they thinking as they sat there in the midst of the end of their world, the end of hope, the sinking of the unsinkable ship?

Was it bravery, raging against the dying of the light, bringing music to comfort the frightened?

Or perhaps more of a commitment to go out the way they had lived — playing music, being authentic to themselves, a sort of “screw it, if I must go, then I’m going to enjoy it until the end”.