self-communing

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The spectators saw in the two figures, a young lady of little more than twenty, and a gentleman who was evidently her father; a man of a very remarkable appearance in respect of the absolute whiteness of his hair, and a certain indescribable intensity of face: not of an active kind, but pondering and self-communing.
This very day, remember" said he; and then added, in a low, self-communing voice, "Why should we live in this dismal house at all?
126 (sharing the same rarefied thought-processes of the ensuing string quartets), and the E major Sonata, sharing their improvisatory, self-communing qualities with us.
His opening Monologue ranged from self-communing whisper to a final cry of desperation, delivered front of stage.
Lord's rough-hewn manner of casting, his purposeful clumsiness and inattention to detail, posits this as a kind of solipsistic exercise, a self-communing inventory of literal bits of the corporeal.
Unexpected facial fixings of the audience; the same facial muscles registering all kinds of emotional response to the music and all the time a deeply-involved self-communing which itself draws all the listeners into an embrace of communication.
Tetzlaff's self-communing spontaneity of response didn't always project successfully to the audience, with phrases occasionally beginning at such a minimum dynamic level that they only registered some time after they had started.
Beethoven's Op10 no1 C minor Sonata, was mercurial, deeply committed, and resourcefully pedalled, though there seemed more self-communing than communication here.
This was an account which combined both driving energy and an almost improvisatory self-communing - and empathetic teamwork brought it all off in spades.
A piano sonata by Scriabin in the improbable key of G-sharp minor began with self-communing, confiding chords projected so clearly beneath the lowered acoustic canopy, and ended with a fleet tarantella crisply delivered by Trpceski's well-balanced hands.
David Le Page's wizardly-phrased account of Bach's E major Partita for solo violin seemed more about self-communing than conveying any sense of dance-like pulse through its sequence of movements.
Ilya Gringolts delivered Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto with a maturity way beyond his years, playing down its contrived virtuosity in a reading almost self-communing, drawing rich contralto tones from his fabulous, eloquent Stradivarius.