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Especially in the rendering of one of Beethoven's master septets... I was carried away, seeing, absorbing many wonders. Dainty abandon, sometimes as if Nature laughing on a hillside in the sunshine; serious and firm monotonies, as of winds; a horn sounding through the tangle of the forest, and the dying echoes; soothing floating of waves, but presently rising in surges, angrily lashing, muttering, heavy; piercing peals of laughter, for interstices; now and then weird, as Nature herself is in certain moods - but mainly spontaneous, easy, careless- often the sentiment of the postures of naked children playing or sleeping. It did me good even to watch the violinists drawing their bows so masterly - every motion a study. I allowed myself, as I sometimes do, to wander out of myself. The conceit came to me of a copious grove of singing birds, and in their midst a simple harmonic duo, two human souls, steadily asserting their own pensiveness, joyousness. 音乐从未如此渗透我的心灵，抚慰和充实我的心灵——从未如此显示它唤醒灵魂的力量，它的不可言传。 尤其在演奏贝多芬的一首杰出的七重奏时… … 我神魂颠倒，目睹吸收了多少神妙之处。奔放而不失优雅，有时恍如造化在阳光照耀下的山腰傲笑；萧然执著的单调重复，恍如风声飒然；号声响彻纵横交错的森林，继而是渐渐消失的回声；波浪平缓流淌，可是一会儿又汹涌澎湃，怒涛冲击，隆隆作响，沉重有力；间隙传来尖利洪亮的笑声；偶尔怪诞，如同造化有时喜怒无常——不过大体上还是自然而然，从容自在，无忧无虑——往往宛如赤身露体的孩童在玩耍或沉睡时神态可掬。 | 
