That legend of the ‘poor, unknown German musician’ who composed in poverty and secrecy the deathless songs that have obsessed the world of music lovers, has been told of numberless young composers on their way to fame, but died out in the blaze of their later work.
This quote reflects on the myth of the struggling artist, suggesting that such narratives often fade as the artist achieves recognition.
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