Then they left it open and put a small stool in front of it.

From time to time I would leave my playthings and climb up to drum out whatever came into my head.
Gradually, my great-aunt, who fortunately had an excellent foundation in music, taught me how to hold my hands properly so that I did not acquire the gross faults which are so difficult to correct later on.

But they did not know what sort of music to give me.

That written especially for children is, as a rule, entirely melody and the part for the left hand is uninteresting.

I refused to learn it.