Prokofiev also is the embodiment of the scherzo. Whimsical, capricious, mocking, etc. His melodies and motifs are so remarkable and ferociously creative, the way he pushes melodies and harmonies and subverts them, the crazy twists and turns, the insane serpentine corridors of his melodies and rhythms. His sense of space, the conversational persistence. I've been indulging on him like a fiend lately, really, he's just been dripping out of my ears and mouth and eyes, like.. I am completely subsumed by this man's creative mind. I'm indoctrinating people into the religion of Prokofiev left and fucking right lately.