I'm not mocking you; I fancy you know that.
But some people, however keenly and rightly they feel, cannot bring their feelings out through their fingers.

Others can; it is a special gift.

If you haven't got it, I can't teach you anything, and there is no use in wasting your time and mine.

You can teach yourself to be frightfully nimble with your fingers, and all the people who don't know will say: 'How divinely Lord Comber plays! That sweet thing; is it Brahms or Mendelssohn ?' But I can't really help you towards that; you can do that for yourself.

But if you've got the other, I can and will teach you all that you really know already." "Go on!" said Michael.
"That's just the devil with the piano," said Falbe.