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For Me Wagner Is Impossible... He Talks Without Ever Stopping. One Can't Just Talk All The Time.

My Symphonies Would Have Reached Opus 100 If I Had But Written Them Down... Sometimes I Am So Full Of Music, And So Overflowing With Melody, That I Find It Simply Impossible To Write Down Anything.

An Evil Fate Has Deprived Me Of The Full Use Of My Right Hand, So That I Am Not Able To Play My Compositions As I Feel Them. The Trouble With My Hand Is That Certain Fingers Have Become So Weak, Probably Through Writing And Playing Too Much At One Time, That I Can Hardly Use Them.

It Is The Curse Of Talent That, Although It Labors With Greater Steadiness And Perseverance Than Genius, It Does Not Reach Its Goal, While Genius Already On The Summit Of The Ideal, Gazes Laughingly About.

Thus It Is Ever In Life. The Aims We Once Pursued No Longer Satisfy Us; We Aim, We Strive, We Aspire, Until Sight Fails, And Mind And Body Find Rest In The Grave.