Whereas we can always sense on the brow of Beethoven's music the drops of sweat it has cost its creator, and on Bach's at least the labor that stands behing so much tectonics, so much gigantic structure, the momentous work of Mozart seems to have sprung into being without effort, born into the world as a perfect child and grown into maturity without hindrance.

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