Orphanage - Driven

Day by day, the mood grew darker; there was no trace of the inspiration of the beginning of the year. In the evening after the performance of “Lohengrin,” Liszt wrote bitterly to Wagner: “I must frankly admit to you that when I brought my things to Zurich, I still did not know how you would accept them, what you would find. I have already heard and read so much about them that, in essence, I no longer have any opinions of my own, and I work only following the inexhaustible inner impulse, without the slightest claim for recognition or approval. Many of my close friends, for example, Joachim, and earlier Schumann and others, are alien to my musical creations, they look at them with dismay and disapproval. ” He already keenly felt creative loneliness.