![]() ![]() He could perceive the world and other people only through the prism of his own consciousness, judging them in the unforgiving terms he judged himself. Nobody ever really demanded that of him until, disastrously, near the end of his life. Reared as he was in a relentless discipline, instinctively responsive to music as he was, the boy never truly learned to understand the world outside music. Music was the one extraordinary thing in a sea of the disappointing and ordinary. Even though he was performing constantly in public, the rest of the world and everybody in it could not reach him in that solitude. When he escaped from his father’s regime and found better teachers and discovered his own ambitions, the teenage Beethoven still sought solitude, hours when he could be alone with music and pore over his own creations. “On the other side of the misery of his training, there was the ecstasy of music itself. ![]()
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