When I listen to pianist Ashkenazy’s performance, I can sense his humility. He performs the music in an improvisational but subdued way, not showing off his techniques. He doesn’t commit a single mistake and plays the music perfectly. He performs exactly the same way even if he does it a hundred times. He must have spent a lot of time and gone through numerous practices just for one performance. He wouldn’t think of himself as a genius, but I must say he is. Like Beethoven’s suffering, Ashkenazy’s agony finally rises above the world after long endurance and becomes a treasure. That is how art and beauty are created.