"In October 1992, I attended a conference in Groningen, The Netherlands; it was ostensibly devoted to the work of Glenn Gould, but the pianist who stole the show there (in his own modest way) was, in my view, Evgeni Koroliov. At a sparsely attended noon concert in a small venue, Koroliov came out, looking deadly earnest, all in black, sat down, played The Art of Fugue, got up and left. ..."

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