"Beethoven is not my friend . . . and I don’t always like him. He can infuriate me with his scorn, his pettiness, his arrogant and cruel moods – he’s not a person who, if I did not know, I would pursue a friendship with. That doesn’t matter, though, because I do know him, and he knows me. He’s my brother, and so I will always love him."
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Beethoven, My Brother
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He was uninterested in vying for a popularity contest.
ReplyDeleteThat's sort of sweet :-)
ReplyDeleteBeethoven was an odd duck...I remember one symphony conductor describing him as riddled with STDs. Yuck.
But I LOVE his music!!!!