When One Does A Thing, It Appears

After A Rest In Edinburgh, Where, Passing A Music-shop, I Heard Some Blind Man Playing A Mazurka Of Mine.

The Three Most Celebrated Doctors On The Island Have Been To See Me. One Sniffed At What I Spat, The Second Tapped Where I Spat From, And The Third Sounded Me And Listened As I Spat. The First Said I Was Dead, The Second That I Was Dying And The Third That I'm Going To Die.

One Needs Only To Study A Certain Positioning Of The Hand In Relation To The Keys To Obtain With Ease The Most Beautiful Sounds, To Know How To Play Long Notes And Short Notes And To Achieve Certain Unlimited Dexterity. A Well Formed Technique, It Seems To Me, Can Control And Vary A Beautiful Sound Quality.

Here, Waltzes Are Called Works! And Strauss And Lanner, Who Play Them For Dancing, Are Called Kapellmeistern. This Does Not Mean That Everyone Thinks Like That; Indeed, Nearly Everyone Laughs About It; But Only Waltzes Get Printed.

Vienna Is A Handsome, Lively City, And Pleases Me Exceedingly.