Like, how am I supposed to sell a space heater after getting my heart ripped out, torn to shreds, stitched back together and put back in place?

That's, incidentally, why I rarely listen to this particular sonata. For me, it is *that intense*. It's like being played by the cruellest, most loving domme in the world. Someone who knows how to tie your psyche in knots, only to drive you to an incredible, mind-blowing catharsis.

Oops. I may have TMId.