"The devil is dancing with me! Madness, take me and destroy me!" So, in anguished scrawls, wrote Composer Gustav Mahler in the margins of his Tenth Symphony. Slowly dying of a streptococcus infection, he was torn between periods of black despair and intimations of immortality all of which he attempted to pour into the five-movement Tenth, which was to be the last great testament of his life. But in 1911, before he could complete it, the disease killed him at the age of 51.
What Mahler left of the work was a patchy sketch...
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