He finds a Way out of it WE sat down at the piano, as Lucilla had proposed.

She wished me to play first, and to play alone.

I was teaching her, at the time, one of the _Sonatas_ of Mozart; and I now tried to go on with the lesson.

Never before, or since, have I played so badly, as on that day! The divine serenity and completeness by which Mozart's music is, to my mind, raised above all other music that ever was written, can only be worthily interpreted by a player whose whole mind is given undividedly to the work.

Devoured as I then was by my own anxieties, I might profane those heavenly melodies--I could not play them.