the world has turned and left me here

for low speeds of debussy

Dear Lord. The first set of Debussy's Images is amazing. It's one thing to hear someone play them at tempo, sliding through passages faster than you could possibly comprehend them. It's another to actually pick through them yourself. The difference is like walking through an alpine meadow vs. driving past it at 60 miles an hour. Sure, in the latter case, you see a blaze of color, but it's not until you set out on foot that you identify every tiny tonal bloom in staggering detail.