Ended up watching/listening to this whole thing. ‘Twas nice, but for the umpteenth time when viewing/reading/listening to an object kept pondering: “Would I be giving this so much attention if the person were not beautiful?” More than Eros at play — a hope that when someone has both beauty and talent, an aspiration that our species is capable of advancement. A little thrill at yielding to such people/moments obsequiously. Interested in your thoughts.
I love the cello. It’s the classical instrument I’d most like to play.
