Pearlescent,

As usual your beloved opera has shed light on everyday matters. The chorus panting Fortune Plango Vulnera as if they were the condemned dragging their heavy chains toward the gates of Hell. That was just the feeling in the midnight cacaphony in the courtyard! Perhaps Mr Orff was a guest at the same little inn and took his musical inspiration from the howling cats. I have heard that great artists often do find their muses in the most ordinary places. There is a rumor that Edvard Munch painted The Scream after spending a most unhappy weekend trying to teach himself how to knit his brows.

I Remain Your Devoted Miss Blue