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One
night,
in
the
year
1713
I
dreamed
I
had
made
a
pact
with
the
devil
for
my
soul.
Everything
went
as
I
wished:
my
new
servant
anticipated
my
every
desire.
Among
other
things,
I
gave
him
my
violin
to
see
if
he
could
play.
How
great
was
my
astonishment
on
hearing
a
sonata
so
wonderful
and
so
beautiful,
played
with
such
great
art
and
intelligence,
as
I
had
never
even
conceived
in
my
boldest
flights
of
fantasy.
I
felt
enraptured,
transported,
enchanted:
my
breath
failed
me,
and
I
awoke.
I
immediately
grasped
my
violin
in
order
to
retain,
in
part
at
least,
the
impression
of
my
dream.
In
vain!
The
music
which
I
at
this
time
composed
is
indeed
the
best
that
I
ever
wrote,
and
I
still
call
it
the
Devil's
Trill,
but
the
difference
between
it
and
that
which
so
moved
me
is
so
great
that
I
would
have
destroyed
my
instrument
and
have
said
farewell
to
music
forever
if
it
had
been
possible
for
me
to
live
without
the
enjoyment
it
affords
me.
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