It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
”Does it not strike you with odd that she should play so wonderfully, play Beethoven with such passion, and live so quietly? I suspect one day, music and life will mingle. Then she will be wonderful in both.”