Today’s lovely P&F in F Minor is one I have taught, and I especially love the fugue. (I am noticing that, increasingly, the exciting thing for me is the fugue — am I turning into Glenn Gould?) This is a contemplative P&F, but as you are chumming through the third page of the fugue, this moment comes upon you:
Suddenly, an Eb royal procession emerges wholesale, repeated next measure in c minor, then Ab. Then a mysteriously sad G major resolution, and back to the fugue.
I always — always — begin this fugue twice as fast as I intend to, and have to readjust my tempo at the soprano’s entrance for the second statement. Raise your hand if you do the same thing.