The sonata would not remain unfinished. Not anymore. Not ever again.
Felix laughed for the first time since his wife’s funeral. Austria - Japonia
Felix read the letter three times, then set it on fire in an iron brazier. “Kenji,” he said, “if I go back, I will be asked to compose marches for dying boys. I would rather write one sonata for a blind woman who hears better than all of Europe.” The sonata would not remain unfinished