"His piano sonatas were embraced by the next generations of musicians with a nearly sacred sense of adoration. One story is illustrative: On an evening in 1886, a small group of musical friends gathered in the salon of writer Ernest Legouvé. Franz Liszt seated himself at the piano when the room, which had been lit by a single candle, was suddenly plunged into darkness. "Whether by chance or by some unconscious influence," remembered Legouvé, Liszt "began the funereal and heart-rending adagio of [Beethoven's] Sonata in C# minor [the 'Moonlight']. The rest of us remained rooted to the spot where we happened to be, no one attempting to move. . . . I had dropped into an armchair, and above my head heard stifled sobs and moans. It was Berlioz." What more need be said?"
Wow.