but this form of the soul’s expression I have from my childhood intuitively understood;
I feel music is something which I can comprehend without initiation.
The organist next played something modern, it might have been Reger.
The church was almost completely dark, only a very narrow beam of light shone through the window nearest to me.
I waited until the end, and then walked up and down till the organist came out.
He was still a young man, though older than myself, robust and thick-set.
He walked quickly, taking powerful strides, but as if forcing the pace against his will.
Many an evening thereafter I sat before the church, or walked up and down.
Once I found the door open, and for half an hour I sat shivering and happy inside,
while the organist played in the organ loft by the dim gas light.
Of the music he played I heard not only what he himself put into it.
There seemed also to be a secret coherence in his repertory, each piece seemed to be the continuation of the one preceding.
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