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Pardon me, those of you religious, but I must say this:
If there is a god, then this is His picture. If there is someone worth worshipping and admiring and absolutely idolize, then it is Ludwig van Beethoven -- not only for the music he has written (and by goodness, glory be his music), but for his pioneering into the romantic era, for his struggles against the questioning glances of society, for the genius trapped in a world that barely understood it, for his perpetual battle with his hearing, the sense that musicians value most, for his passion in life, for his deep scour of the human mind and emotions. . .
And yet his passion is not of the immateur, teenage, hormone-driven sort. There is depth and broadness and a stately, righteous correctness with it all that brings tears to the face and me on my knees.
There is so much yet so little to say about my idol. I don't know where to begin and where to end. . .
His Love
His Letters