I'm listening to No.26 and am tossed between wanting to kiss him, as his father and his Father would, and wanting to sort him out, as - according to Peter Shaffer - Salieri would.
Whichever I'll end up with, psychologico-metaphysically one thing seems certain to me: if there were no God, such genius would be unbearable.
(And we're talking about a concert that has been receiving mixed reviews! Lord, mercy!)
P.S. A wrong illustration (both 20 & 21 are coming up, though), but the right colour for the blog's colour scheme. And what a cute Polish face... actually, I'm tossed again: should I kiss him for the music - and cute face - or sort him out, for his cruel hair and youth?
