Ruben Stam wrote: >... It reminded me of a remark philosopher George Steiner once made >during an interview in his home in Cambridge (UK). He said something like: >"One thing I have never been able to explain is how the Kommandant of a >concentration camp could go home in the evening after a grizly day's doing, >sit down behind the piano with his wife and children around him an play a Schubert impromptu. And to say he played it badly would be a lie. He >would play it so movingly that tears would spring to your eyes." > >I haven't been able to explain that for myself either. I think this is no other than a psychological case. It is known that famous murderers of the history were over sentimental in their domestic life, they were interested in art, especially in music. Maybe a way of compensate their aggressive (I have to soften!) inner self... Baris Kilicbay Ankara, Turkey