Berlioz

After Berlioz, a small fry, indeed, yet not without interest.

For Berlioz he kept the excited enthusiasm of a child, childish memory doing the trick.

So Berlioz started for Italy, smarting with rage and pain, as if the Furies were lashing him with their scorpion whips.

With Beethoven the dramatic idea is the controlling one, and so it is with Berlioz.