"A little man with sharp, distinctive features and a mane of hair beginning to turn grey entered the room. It was Ravel. Someone introduced me to him. When I expressed my pleasure at the opportunity of shaking hands with as distinguished a composer as himself and called him maître, Ravel snatched away his hand as if I had been about to kiss it and exclaimed, ‘Oh, please do not call me maître.’ He was an extremely modest person. I do not doubt for a moment that Ravel was perfectly aware of his great talent, but he hated any sort of homage and did whatever he could to avoid all attempts to honour him."

Prokofiev

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