As a boy in London in the 1880s, Harold Bauer heard almost all the great pianists of the day. He saw the ailing Abbé Liszt at one of his last public appearances; he heard Paderewski's London debut. He remembers shaggy Anton Rubinstein, the elegant Hans von Bülow, and the widow Clara Schumann bent so low over the keys that her nose almost touched her hands.
"You must become a pianist," Paderewski told him. "You have such beautiful hair." In time, Harold Bauer, who had started as a violinist, did become a pianist, certain that...
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