he never found any meaning in that life, only chaos, he actually hated it and everything that came with it (including money), which could explain the Gerschwin incident.
I would like to share the following extract from Athur Rubinstein's "My Many Years":
"...Rachmaninoff called...'We would like you and your wife to come for dinner tomorrow night. There will only be the Stravinskys'. 'What? The Stravinskys?' I couldn't believe it. ...the two men had spoken with such disgust about each other's works that is was inconceivable to imagine them dining together.
...swallowing a morsel of pressed caviar, Rachmaninoff addressed Stravinsky with a sardonic laugh. 'Ha-ha-ha, your Petrushka, your Firebird, ha-ha, never gave you a cent of royalties - eh?' Stravinsky's face was flushed, and siddenly turned grey with anger. 'What about your C sharp Prelude and all those concertos of yours, all you published in Russia, eh? You had to play concerts to make a living, uh?'
The ladies and I were terrified that it might lead to a nasty scene between the two composers but, lo and behold, quite the contrary happened. Both great masters began to count out the sums they could have earned and became so involved in this important matter that when we got up they retired to a small table and continued happily daydreaming of the immense fortunes they might have earned. When we were leaving, they exchanged a hearty handshake at the door and promised each other to find more sums to think of."
Ed