Yehudi Menuhin was a rich enigma: a gentle spirit tied to an implacable will: a perfectionist who loved amateurs and young beginners; an ascetic who relished down-to-earth pleasures.
A visionary who got things done.
A man who could not forget, perhaps never quite came to terms with, the extraordinarily gifted child he had been and, in some ways, remained.
An artist who believed the music he played to be, quite literally, a form of human healing, out of which we might make peace with ourselves.