The Joy of Music

这一章中的书上的谱子给的是肖邦的夜曲Op. 9 No. 2，可是Bernstein弹的不是啊....书写错了喵> <

And so Beethoven came to the end of his symphonic journey, for one movement, that is. Imagine a whole lifetime of this struggle, movement after movement, symphony after symphony, sonata after quartet after concerto. Always probing and rejecting in his dedication to perfection, to the principle of inevitability. This is somehow is the key to the mystery of a great artist: that for reasons unknown to him or to anyone else, he will give away his energies and his life just to make sure that one note follows another inevitably. It seems rather an odd way to spend one's life; but it isn't so odd when we think that the composer, by doing this, lives us at the finish with the feeling that something is right in the world.