My dear Mr. Heifetz,
My wife and I were overwhelmed by your concert. If you continue to play with such beauty, you will certainly die young. No one can play with such perfection without provoking the jealousy of the gods. I earnestly implore you to play something badly every night before going to bed...
-- George Bernard Shaw Letter to Jascha Heifetz
Friday, June 17
just in case
Posted by rb at 6/17/2005