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   used words, they were often collages formed from the voices of others. For   
   the final moments of “Einstein,” he asked Samuel M. Johnson, a 77-year-old   
   performer, to write something.   
      
   After the ferocious scene of nuclear holocaust, Johnson sat in a bus   
   onstage and recited a brief, sweet love story. “So profound was their love   
   for each other,” he gently intoned, “they needed no words to express it.”   
      
   “Einstein” moves in this last sequence from complete destruction to pure   
   tenderness. This could easily come across as sentimental, but after all   
   those hours, the poignancy — the emergence of innocence from catastrophe,   
   of simplicity from sophistication — just breaks your heart.   
      
   Zachary Woolfe is the classical music critic of The Times.   
      
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