Status Updates From Memoirs of Hector Berlioz :...

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Berlioz addresses the "haters" at the close of his memoirs:

As for you, maniacs, morons, dogs, and bulls, and you, my Guildensterns and Rosencrantzes, my Iagos, my little Osrics, gadflies, crawling worms of every kind: farewell, my... friends. I scorn you, and hope not to die before I have forgotten you.

*drops mic*

I was beginning to wonder why there hadn't been a single mention of Chopin in nearly 500 pages until I came across Berlioz's thoughts on people's tendency to compare Chopin with Ernst, the latter of which he much prefers.
Chopin "pushed rhythmic freedom much too far [...] simply couldn't play in strict time [and] was strictly the virtuoso of the elegant salon, the intimate gathering."
Well, I found my answer!

...if he spoke well, he drank likewise. That fatal cup set such tides of champagne flowing that all Liszt's eloquence was shipwrecked in it. Belloni [L's agent] and I were still reasoning with him in the street at two in the morning, and urging on him the advisability of waiting until daylight before engaging in single combat with pistols at two yards' range with a Bohemian who had drunk even better than he.

Count Michael Wielhorsky told me that he was one of an audience of fifty which in 1820 heard the Symphony in A [Beethoven's 7th] performed! The Viennese were busy going to Salieri's operas. Puny creatures! A giant had risen among them but they were happier with dwarves.

"... a splendid head, like an exasperated eagle..."

- Gautier on Berlioz (La musique)