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Pablo Casals at work. (After the portrait by Karsh)

Rodin kept on repeating: ''Il faut toujours travailler!'' But the mute bronze figures, the wash-drawings, the drypoint

etchings - they speak a different line: form melodies that echo still in the empty studio, in the dark museum rooms. The music of the heart, Rilke might have whispered, watching those fingers move and mold and shape.Pablo Casals, alone there in the hall, must know the same thrill of blood: the dark gleaming cello alive to the moving fingers the music spun remembering against the listening wall.

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