"Ludwig van Beethoven, the man who inherited the immortal fame of Handel and Bach, of Haydn and Mozart, is now no more. He was an artist, and who will stand beside him? He was an artist, and what he was he was only through music. The thorns of life had wounded him deeply. So he held fast to his art, even when the gate through which it entered was shut. Music spoke through a deafened ear, to he who could no longer hear it. He carried the music in his heart.
Recently I have begun work on a small Fan Fiction with our dearest Ludwig van Beethoven as a main character. I find it to be extremely entertaining and actually rather fun to write. On this small site you may view the story and see for yourself how strange a Beethoven Fan Fiction can be...Hopefully in the future more Beethoven fans will decide to write Fan Fiction as I have. I would love to read someone else's writing and views on the wonderful genius.
Because he shut himself off from the world, they called him hostile. They said he was unfeeling, and called him callous. But he was not hard of heart. It is the finest blades that are most easily blunted, bent, or broken.
He withdrew from his fellow man, after he had given them everything; and he had received nothing in return. He lived alone, because he found no second self.
Thus he lived, thus he died. Thus he will live for all time."
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