(Emil Gilels playing Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 21 in C major, Op.53, "The Waldstein")

To hear Beethoven's Waldstein Piano Sonata on the radio or on a stereo is beautiful. To hear this sonata performed live by a good pianist on a cold winter night is even more beautiful. And if the pianist happens to be a chubby mad genius called Emanuel Ax, then you move from the city of Beautiful to the city of Sublime. And if all of this happens at a concert for the proletariat ("for workers and students", for which you paid less than $10 and sat yourself down in a front row seat, then you just had a plain lucky evening.

Youz Nooyok peoples should get youz asses down to the remaining Peoples' Symphony Concerts and get lucky as well; jus sayin y'all.

He later remembered vignettes from a novel that he had read many years ago, thinking about the question she had asked him: why did he hold her hand and didn't let it go?

In that novel, these roles were reversed; it was Tereza who always held Tomas's hand. The narrator explained the hand holding habit of Tereza this way:

"When the scream died down, she fell asleep at his side, clutching his hand. She held his hand all night.

Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life"

Tribalistas' "Velha Infância" (Old Children) feat lovely Marisa Monte. Some evenings should be given to romantic pop songs in languages one doen't understand - the idea is to use one's own words to cover the harmonies and rhythms.