A sufferer presents me with his life problems. And it's my role – as best I can – to go through that superficial presentation to his deep, deep Self – to his Soul. And, hopefully, to then guide him There – for only there will he at last find Peace and Belovedness.

As I listen to the music of Beethoven, Brahms and so many others, and I similarly sense their life problems, their alienation from their Souls: Beethoven from his, Tschaikovsky from his. And also their interpreter’s: Fürtwangler's from Beethoven's and his own. (The interpreter has this double task.)