And for every aspect of our proposed damnation you found exuberance, and there was no end to your enthusiasm and the passion coming out of you—and the light, always the light.
"He bore down on the strings, and I could almost see him against my eyelids, swaying back and forth, his head bowed against the violin as if he meant to pass into the music, and then all sense of him vanished and there was only the sound."