Gould is not the "Emperor"

Listening to Gould playing the "Emperor" is like watching a warrior fighting on the bloody battle field using TaiChi. A total mismatch. I am waiting for the torrent-like arpeggio in the final movement, the soaring thrust of sharp sword that can shatter the visible, the invisible, the breakable, and the unbreakable (as anti-climax as I am, I just adore the theme one in the final movement: rising arpeggio followed by a chromatic descent, dramatic as hell), but what I get from Gould's rendition is a even-tempered monk pacing on the rising hill. Not that even temper is bad, it's just not my version of the "Emperor". What can I say, listening to Gould's Beethoven makes me cherish his Bach even more.