"Xavér is an unusually sweet scoundrel: he can persuade me to do anything. You can guess how small I feel next to him to be standing here babbling out a few verses after he's been playing so beautifully, it breaks your heart,” said actress Mari Törőcsik from the pulpit of the jam-packed Great Presbyterian Church of Debrecen, there to follow Bach's demonic runs with her narration, in her long-familiar and legendary voice, of Pilinszky's classic poem Quatrain: "Nails asleep under frozen sand. Nights soaked in poster-loneliness / You left the light on in the corridor. Today my blood is being shed.”