When the concert was over, Lipinski introduced me to a player who, he said, was desirous of congratulating me but did not know a word of French. As I cannot speak German, Lipinski was offering to interpret for us, when the man, interrupting him, sprang forward, seized my hand, stammered out a few words, and burst into uncontrollable sobs; whereupon Lipinski, turning to me and indicating his friend's tears, said, "You get the point."

—Hector Berlioz, Memoirs