Dante. The inferno. The damned (amongst them the piano too) moan. Feversih excitement. The hurricane slams shut the gates of the underworld. Boom!Chopin, George Sand. Reminiscence. Sweet youth. Fragrance, moonbean and love.He just played. Not just for us, but with us too. With imposing modesty he drives himself on. Crashing applause, dazzling ovation.Hamletian pensiveness. Faustian agony. Deep peace. There will never be coughing.Large format colour image of caricatures of Liszt by A. Göschl