„Enescu`s art is all here, either as author or performer. He conveys a neat marble glow to the musical phrase, one that sends shivers down the spine through its voluptuous coldness and makes women become livid and hand cover their faces. He doesn’t produce any storms in the German oak forests, nor does he provoke passionate screams, nor does he have a diabolical illusionist mechanics. He has an Olympic style, without any hysteria or violent fervors, no toxins, no savage corn, sublimed by the material egregiousness of the instrument. The sounds have neat alabaster surfaces and the motives expose themselves as freely as a gable and everything is filled with a marine vibration.“
