Nothing puts you in a mood of reverent sadness more reliably than probably the most famous march of all time: like a wavering conductor, the third movement of Frédéric Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2 leads you into areas of sublimity. Dictators of the 20th century and other statesmen of our distrust did not miss the opportunity to have the above-mentioned sounds sung by the dearly left behind at their burial. Perhaps, she thought, there are authorities in the afterlife who can be softened by Chopin. And, amazed by the sweet euphony, delete the very worst entries from the criminal record.
