He ran to the room of his son, the painter Horace Vernet. "Horace! Horace! Come here."
"What is it?"
"We're all in tears!"
"Why, what's happened?"
"It's Monsieur Berlioz singing Gluck. Yes, monsieur," he said to Berlioz, "it's enough to lay one flat . . ."
from James Fenton: The Guardian: Left hand Gluck
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