The Sound of Silence(3)

“So discs are abundant here.”
“They are many, worthless as autumn leaves, but they are what we live for,” The shepherd said. “I ought to get back to business. What is your favorite music?”
“I know not. Actually, I do not care even if there really is,” the boy replied. “In turn, what is your favorite? Where does your True Heart lie?”
The shepherd fell into a long silence, musing on pebbles scattered on the lane. Finally, he rose his head from his world, and said, “I can not tell.”