There was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck. She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her, and she could not love them. They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. Yet what it was that she must cover up she never knew.

Absorbed, taking no heed of other people, he went about with a sort of stealth, seeking inwardly for luck. He wanted luck, he wanted it, he wanted it. When the two girls were playing dolls, in the nursery, he would sit on his big rocking‐horse, charging madly into space with a frenzy that made the little girls peer at him uneasily.

His eyes blazed at her for one strange and senseless second, as he ceased urging his wooden horse. Then he fell with a crash to the ground, and she, all her tormented motherhood flooding upon her, rushed to gather him up.

D. H. Lawrence, The Rocking‐Horse Winner

Perfect, 2CELLOS

Cavatina, CARisMA Guitar Duo and the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra