Hats Off, Gentlemen - A Genius! If

I Don't Know Where There Can Be So Many Pianists As In Paris, So Many Asses And So Many Virtuosi.

My Manuscripts Sleep, While I Cannot, For I Am Covered With Poultices.

There Are Certain Times When I Feel More Inspired, Filled With A Strong Power That Forces Me To Listen To My Inner Voice, And When I Feel More Need Than Ever For A Pleyel Piano.

I Am Not Fitted To Give Concerts. The Audience Intimidates Me, I Feel Choked By Its Breath, Paralyzed By Its Curious Glances, Struck Dumb By All Those Strange Faces.

One Needs Only To Study A Certain Positioning Of The Hand In Relation To The Keys To Obtain With Ease The Most Beautiful Sounds, To Know How To Play Long Notes And Short Notes And To Achieve Certain Unlimited Dexterity. A Well Formed Technique, It Seems To Me, Can Control And Vary A Beautiful Sound Quality.