“This time I am not going to Amsterdam, only as far as Leiden. “Only?” I’d prefer Mengelberg to Freud? It’s better to practice now with the Konzertgebouw than with this... But it’s been agreed upon. I cannot withdraw now. No if’s and but’s. Surrender to the man... , to the analysis of course, like to music. All good and evil forces... Almaria... What? Alma. And above all, the winner sits on her throne. My play of strings. Longing.”
