All that was sensitive and delicate, you attacked. All that was alive, you tried to smother.
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You talk of my hatred. Your hatred was no less.
Chopin was emotional, but not mawkish. Feeling is very far from sentimentality, The preulde tells of pain, not reverie. It hurts, but he doesn't show it.
Maybe everything is already too late.