Chopin Etudes Op.10 No.3

The same melodic phrase rang through my memory, and I could not get rid of it. It seemed constantly to reveal fresh charms. After beginning very slackly, it appeared to be twisting its thread as if to conceal its approaching termination. The knotting became prograssively more inextricable, so much so indeed that one began to wonder if the melody was not about to founder; suddenly, the next note brought complete resolution and the path of escape appeared all the bolder after the dangerous preliminaries which had both rendered it necessary and made it possible; once it had been heard, the notes leading up to it were illuminated with fresh meaning: what they had been seeking no longer seemed arbitrary, but became a preparation ofr the unsuspected way out...