I Liked Your Opera. I Think I

To Me The Highest Thing, After God, Is My Honor.

Do You Think I Give A Damn About Your And Your Pathetic Violin?

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape. I Pursue It. Breathless I Catch Up With It. It Flies Again, It Disappears, It Plunges Into A Chaos Of Diverse Emotions. I Catch It Again, I Seize It, I Embrace It With Delight... I Multiply It By Modulations, And At Last I Triumph In The First Theme. There Is The Whole Symphony.

To Play Without Passion Is Inexcusable!

Never Forget The Days I Spent With You. Continue To Be My Friend, As You Will Always Find Me Yours.