"He saw himself drowned in a lake, heavy and
ice-cold drops of water fell at regular intervals upon his breast, and when I
drew his attention to those drops of water which were actually falling at
regular intervals upon the roof, he denied having heard them. He was even vexed
at what I translated by imitative harmony…. His genius was full of mysterious
harmonies of nature, translated by sublime equivalents into his musical thought,
and not by a servile repetition of external sounds."
— George Sand,
describing an encounter with Frédéric Chopin
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