Diary
John Kerrigan: Lost Shakespeare, 6 February 1986
“... audience though few, no irony intended. I know these beasts and trust their judgment. Mozart is best. When I play his concerti, they sway and maunder up the meadow to listen. Hindemith always sends them back to the river, where they skulk among the reeds. It’s an anxious moment, since the piece is untypical Holloway in its spare, inventive line, but they ... ”