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DrWatson
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Re: Ah, the make believe world of operas
(Watson's Ed -- Ed as in editor)
To Eltamina: Well, I finally found the time to go to the library and check out the libretto to the Magic Flute. I am studying it now, even as I write. I just learned that one of Mozart's sources was a story by a certain A. J. Liebeskind called "Lulu, or the Magic Flute." It's a fairy tale starring "Prince Lulu." So all things considered we should be happy with Tamino and Pamina.
Thank you for the link to that nice discussion of my favorite topic, castration. The very first real book that I ever read all by myself, when I was six years old, was The Land of Oz, the first (of 40) sequels to The Wizard of Oz. In this book, the hero is a boy named Tip (oh, the foreshadowing, if only I'd been old enough to appreciate it). After 200 pages of boyish adventures it is revealed that Tip is actually the long lost Princess Ozma, who had been transformed into a boy in infancy by a wicked witch. Well, naturally, at the end of the book he gets, um, transformed back. No more Tip.
As the Scarecrow said, "Don't worry, Tip. You're just the same as you were. Only different." My parents never knew why I walked around holding my crotch for three weeks afterward.
In my continuing quest to git some cultoor, not too long ago I undertook a study of Mozart’s operas. I started with The Marriage of Figarro, of which I loved every note. It is still my favorite opera. I could die happy if Michelle and Kristi would do the Letter Duet, “Che soave zeffiretto.”
Then I tried Cosi Fan Tutti. So far so good. But next I attempted Don Giovanni, which some critics call the best opera ever, period. It was way too dense for me. I couldn’t get into the music at all. So I scurried back to my first love, Haydn, promising to sneak up on Mozart another day.
Ed.
(Watson's Ed -- Ed as in editor)
To Eltamina: Well, I finally found the time to go to the library and check out the libretto to the Magic Flute. I am studying it now, even as I write. I just learned that one of Mozart's sources was a story by a certain A. J. Liebeskind called "Lulu, or the Magic Flute." It's a fairy tale starring "Prince Lulu." So all things considered we should be happy with Tamino and Pamina.
Thank you for the link to that nice discussion of my favorite topic, castration. The very first real book that I ever read all by myself, when I was six years old, was The Land of Oz, the first (of 40) sequels to The Wizard of Oz. In this book, the hero is a boy named Tip (oh, the foreshadowing, if only I'd been old enough to appreciate it). After 200 pages of boyish adventures it is revealed that Tip is actually the long lost Princess Ozma, who had been transformed into a boy in infancy by a wicked witch. Well, naturally, at the end of the book he gets, um, transformed back. No more Tip.
As the Scarecrow said, "Don't worry, Tip. You're just the same as you were. Only different." My parents never knew why I walked around holding my crotch for three weeks afterward.
In my continuing quest to git some cultoor, not too long ago I undertook a study of Mozart’s operas. I started with The Marriage of Figarro, of which I loved every note. It is still my favorite opera. I could die happy if Michelle and Kristi would do the Letter Duet, “Che soave zeffiretto.”
Then I tried Cosi Fan Tutti. So far so good. But next I attempted Don Giovanni, which some critics call the best opera ever, period. It was way too dense for me. I couldn’t get into the music at all. So I scurried back to my first love, Haydn, promising to sneak up on Mozart another day.
Ed.