“I slept that night not as one succumbing to the fate of heady connoisseurs, bathed in the numbing balm of delusion. No, I was a strategist- driven to fantastic delirium, knocked back in my seat by the fury of discovery and the scatterings of victory falling into neatly into place. I had found my Muse, my master, my slave, guiding rough-hewn passion and ambition to its consummation. The baton pacing unending creation made figures in my dreams that night and ever after, my life’s labors gasping the dust in its wake.”
- Ludwig van Beethoven, Romantic Vignettes: The Vienna Years
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