The old man put down the newspaper and shook his head. His latest works had been panned by the critics: 'unfathomable' said one; 'we know there is something there, but we do not know what it is' said another; while his jealous rival Louis described his works as 'indecipherable, uncorrected horrors'. The Times was kinder, suggesting that the pieces were 'off his usual standards although they were interesting in and of themselves'.
But criticism would fall on deaf ears. Certain that he was on the right path, the old man sat down to write yet another string quartet, his fourteenth.
But criticism would fall on deaf ears. Certain that he was on the right path, the old man sat down to write yet another string quartet, his fourteenth.
