Suddenly I cannot imagine my life without this Dvorák symphony cycle or that version of Bach’s Mass in B Minor, or this interpretation, on period instruments, of Haydn’s Paris Symphonies. I cannot abide another moment without Rachmaninoff’s Preludes, or Le Nozze di Figaro, Bachianas Brasileiras, a collection of Shostakovich’s chamber music; yet another fourteen-CD version—my fifth—of Wagner’s Ring Cycle; new issues of Bach’s solo violin or solo cello pieces. This very day I must have Locatelli’s L’Arte del Violino, Rautavaara’s Garden of Spaces, the Diabelli Variations, Pierre Hantaï’s
