Vladimir Horowitz stretches out on his sofa. Basking in the glow of a recent Carnegie Hall triumph, the virtuoso grants a rare interview. He has something important to say, a deeply held wish he’s rarely discussed. The conversation is nearly over before he brings it up.


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Daniel Meyerowitz writes about culture, nature, art and adventure. His latest piece, about all four, appears in Monocle.