"'Let me read you this from the Dresdner Anzeiger 'of February 14th, 1883" ""'A heavy and altogether unexpected bereavement has befallen musicians" ""'of every race, country and degree." ""'We learn by telegraph from Venice" ""'that the greatest of contemporary composers," ""'Richard Wagner, the second husband of Cosima Liszt," ""'died there at four o'clock of yesterday afternoon." ""'He occupied a loftier station" ""'than King or Kaiser, Pope or President." ""'No monarch was ever more enthusiastically served" ""'than has been Richard Wagner." ""'Lnfallibility, embodied in a Roman pontiff," ""'has never been more implicitly believed in" ""'by the most orthodox Catholic" ""'than it has been in the person of the..." ""'Bayreuth Prophet!"" "'Put well, do you not think?" "'Put well. '" "'It goes on, it goes on " ""'Time and space fail us even to make passing reference to the literary labours" ""'with which his busiest years were in great part occupied." ""'A free thinker in matters religious," ""'a democrat in matters political," ""'of a surpassingly combative temperament," ""'Wagner could scarcely fail to involve himself" ""'in the revolutionary agitations of 1848," ""'in Dresden, where he held some minor musical appointment. "" "'Minor!" "'Ln the light of Wagner's future, perhaps, 'but Kapellmeister to King Friedrich August II of Saxony was a post!" "'To those of us here in Dresden, a respected post." "'Lrksome to have to visit the King in his castle at Pillnitz, 'a song in one's pocket, 'to have to make music in praise of one of those very princelings 'one's political soul cried out against..." "'But that was the condition of Germany in the 19th century." "'Lnsignificant city states." "'And it was a post!" "'" "# Sei uns gegrüßt, Du Deines Volkes Lust!" "# Sei uns gegrüßt" "# Sei uns gegrüßt... #... in Deiner Lieben Mitte" "# An Deiner Teuren Brust" "# Treu Deiner Väter Sitte" "# Nah Deines Volkes Lust" "# Sei uns gegrüßt, Du Deines Volkes..." "Lüttichau..." "Majesty?" "Who's responsible for this noise?" "Reissiger conducted the piece, and it was got together by Herr Wagner, Your Majesty." " Wagner?" " Wagner." "Very well conducted, the piece." "Herr who?" "Herr who?" " Reissiger." " Oh... oh." "I lay myself at your feet, Majesty." "The piece does have within it some not inconsiderable..." "'Very well composed, Herr Wagner." "'Very well arse-licked, Herr Reissiger." ""'Oh, do you think so, Majesty, do you think so?" ""'I did do my best. '" ""Then I do dash myself under your feet, dash myself twice. "" "It's different every time he relates it." "We were not late." "As if I'd allow him to be!" "Hm?" "Hm?" "There sat I, paws up, tail wagging, waiting for a pat on the head from von Lüttichau, begging to have gold put into my mouth rather than into the mouth and tooth of His Majesty." "But what does it matter?" "It is the path of the liveried servant here in Saxony." "In the event I said thank you and gave my royal master the lot again." "But so moved my army in its retreat, my Grande Armée of ill-disciplined musical invalids and veterans, so moved them, cajoled, nudged, shoved, willed them, the whole manoeuvre so steadily executed, thanks to my unexampled activity," "that Reissiger never even knew we had left until von Lüttichau told him so." "The last notes falling on an echoing dream on the royal ulcerated tooth and ear... mm?" "'Wasn't wasted though." "Later used it all in Tannhäuser... mm?" "'" "Wagner!" "Wagner!" "There is something to being German altogether curious, you know." "We can take a song like Among The Meadows And Woods, and set it to music in such a manner that we all dissolve in tears." "And yet when we look about us and see, instead of a united fatherland, a hotchpotch of 34 kingdoms and principalities, we are unmoved." "Our eyes remain dry, our hearts do not beat faster by one note." "Why?" "Why?" "Are we little people with minuscule minds, mere servants, ruled by and subservient to our "betters"?" "I say to them, our rulers, I say, cast your titles and distinctions from you!" "We too, the common people, have ancestors." "And though they had no titles, were not ushers of the shithouse." "Their deeds of daring, their vassalage, their sufferings, are writ reeking in letters of blood!" "Their blood, our blood banner!" "Two camps have arisen in Europe." "The cry from one is "Republic", the cry from the tents of the other is "Monarchy"." "Monarchy?" "What do you see?" "You see a blinded and corrupt tribe, the rulers of Hessen," "Bavaria," "Prussia!" "I agree!" "What then of our own king?" "I, his Kappellmeister, dare say this to him - become a prince who heeds our advice," "banish the snivelling Junkers and their swooning dames." "Consult instead the free folk, the German folk, those noblest of children" "like unto gods." "Not servants in livery or slaves of whim," "but elected and free." "Every man with a vote." "Our minds strengthened by understanding of our past, the myths and legends and religion of Germany." "Let him, our King, let him say, "I declare Saxony a free state. "" "Let him rid himself of his sycophants, and if he will not, a word of warning, as Christ says," ""If thy right hand offend thee, cut it off!"" "Cut it off!" "Cut it off!" "Your fatherland is called Germany." "Love it above all, and more through action than through words." "Germany must have its place in the sun!" "I've read your husband's latest scheme for an opera, Frau Wagner, Lohengrin." "Yes, the Poem of the Swan Knight." "Oh, how wonderful!" "A swan knight." "I can see all the little elves and fairies dancing before my eyes." "Unfortunately we can't give it." "These unsettled times, your husband writes to the newspapers, Frau Wagner, makes speeches he ought not to make." "The King himself has had to prevent one of his officers from challenging your husband to a duel." "Lohengrin, it is stirring and German and wonderful." "If only Herr Wagner were not determined on setting it to music himself." "Meser!" "Why do you remove my Tannhäuser from your window, all the copies?" "Is my work not fit for your shop?" "What do you replace them with?" "What's this?" "Meyerbeer!" "Dear God, we used to admire this man." "And so you should." "Meyerbeer is a master, he sells copy on copy." "That's because you are not his publisher." "You're an incompetent idiot." "Am I though?" "Am I?" "What are you, then?" "This, returned from the Munich court theatre." "This is monstrous!" "They have not even broken the seal to read it." "Exactly." "You ain't being given, Herr Wagner, that you ain't." "But Meyerbeer is, which is a fact, hence he can go out where he might be bought." "Rienzi?" "Outside Dresden, where?" "Performed once only in Berlin." " Yes, and?" " And?" "Königsberg!" "Where?" "It is successful every time it is given here in Dresden, so is Tannhäuser, so too will be Lohengrin." "Damn you, Meser, I'm of a mind to withdraw Lohengrin from you." "Then I would remind you that you are not entirely drawing the town." "I will not go forward with Lohengrin until you give me some money." "Then you will lose a revolutionary work, sir!" "And are we not all revolutionaries in these times?" "No, we ain't, Herr Röckel." "We are not." "We ain't." "You sport with known revolutionaries, you have ideas above your station as to unions for musicians and a total turning of the Dresden Opera on its head, which you put forward in writing above the noble head of your director" "direct to the King!" "Direct in writing!" "Which king you would have murdered in his bed." "This time we live in is no time for grand opera, no time at all." "And a word to the wise." "Hear me." "Herr Director Lüttichau has intimated to me as he ain't going to do Lohengrin, for your arrogance and your scorn of the established genius such as Meyerbeer's genius, all of which gives me no faith in you, young man." "Get rid of this anarchy and all, then perhaps there'll be time for an opera, or better still an operetta." "There are going to be new theatres, new music." "All who come between German folk and art will be swept away in the revolution." " Will they, though?" " Barbarossa." "I am considering Barbarossa as a fit subject." "Germany looks for another Barbarossa." "Barbarossa like Lohengrin is not a fit subject for an opera, not at all." "It ain't light enough, no laughs in it." "And what is more, no person will wish to hear it, in that it involves that which people do not wish to hear." "Shall you not do duty with the Communal Guard?" "I shall not, I have resigned." "Why?" "I suffer from a double hernia." "Should you not go to Doctor Pusinelli?" "It was Anton Pusinelli who recommended that I had a double hernia." "Why?" "So that I need not do duty with the Communal Guard." "Why?" "Who can tell which side they're going to fight on?" "For the revolution or against it." "I don't understand." "Forgive me, Richard." "In Paris it's about the starving rising up." "In Hungary it's about the oppressed shrugging off Austrian domination, but who in turn will be dominated by the Russian tsar." "In Saxony, here in Dresden, it is about being given a sop in the form of an assembly in Frankfurt, which purports to be an assembly of all Germany, but isn't..." "Which should have power but hasn't any." "We are still half in Austria and half under Prussia." "And it's about the Parliament which our king now threatens to dissolve." "There isn't a Germany yet." "Until there is a Germany or a German consciousness," "I'm not going to have an audience." "Damn it, people like me, people like Semper, Röckel, Pusinelli, people with minds, free minds, doctors, lawyers, musicians, are always going to be subservient to the likes of Lüttichau, to the court, to a court theatre run by someone" "who was Keeper of Forests and Trees to the King." "He and Frau Lüttichau have always been very kind to us." "Kindness!" "I don't want kindness." "I want money and I want a theatre." "I have plays, ideas for plays, well thought-out ideas." "What happens to them?" "My report on the state of the royal orchestra, what about that?" "Three months to prepare!" "Not even read by the King." "My ideas for a national theatre of Germany, what about that?" " Not taken seriously." " Well, if there isn't a Germany..." "Hmm?" "Liszt is going to give Tannhäuser in Weimar." " Yes, Liszt." " Your devoted friend." " He also knows how to..." " How to what?" "Tug his very beautiful forelock to his royal masters?" "Whenever you tug any part of him, he responds." " I know, the only one." " Oh, please, Richard!" "Don't plead with me, Minerl." "This isn't a time for pleading." "How can one talk to these sabbath Christians?" "I'm a better Christian than them because I understand what it is to be a pagan." "Lüttichau, so pure he extricts, extracts himself from stinking when he farts." "Talk to him about an art that embraces everything - music, poetry, drama!" "I know what it is I'm brooding on." "You know, I have told you, a grand, heroic - yes, for lack of a better word - opera." "Yes." "Siegfried's Death, hmm?" "Fire, water, hmm?" "Destruction, and out of the cleansing, a hero, a German hero." "Christ, Barbarossa, Siegfried..." "the same person." "You know that nobody will be able to stage it." "Do I?" "You mock me for my seriousness, but if one is not serious about work, what then?" "There is a stage, it is going to happen." "You would have me a journeyman, like the King and Lüttichau, paid to toss off a pretty little tune, an accompanying tremolo to whatever hack drama they see fit to put on." "A pluck of strings, rumble of drum to signify that depth of feeling which the words have been too shallow to express - that is my job!" "That is not true!" " You're afraid." " Yes, I am." "I was a journeyman once, did everything, when I first knew you." "Magdeburg, scenery, everything." "You emptied the hall of everyone but your most ardent creditors with your Battle of Vittoria." "A triumph, of noise..." "Scored for bugle drum and firecracker." "Such a battle has seldom been more cruelly fought in any concert hall." "You, Minna, you didn't even stay." "I hate noise, bangs." "Oh, God..." "It has begun." "Come on." "Up here!" "More." "Up here." "Yes, as much as you can." "Come on!" "Yes, very good." "Come on, we haven't got much time!" "Come on!" "More, more!" "Yes, that's the way." "Yes, very good." "Yes, come on, plenty over here!" "Come on, as high as you can!" "Come on." "Yes, very good!" "Yes, that's good!" "Come on, up here on the top!" " Uncle, uncle, what is it?" " Uncle, is it fighting?" "It is." "Ottilie, Clara, you are present at the beginning, a revolution led by artists and men of means against privilege, intellect against indulgence." "Get me some food together, Minna." "I'll be gone for some time, until it's all over." "The revolution." "The revolution at last!" "After all these years, years of struggle, at last, Kapellmeister to the King of Saxony, respected and secure in the post." "Open the door!" "Open the door!" " Open the door!" " No, no, I shall not!" "I shall not, not at all, not at all!" "No." "No, Richard." "Open this door." "Do you hear me?" "Oh, Richard, they've come for you." "They've come for him." "Richard, Richard, where's Richard?" "We've started it." "The King dared to dissolve the Parliament." "Minna, where's Richard?" "When Richard comes, he's to go to the foundry." "Dresden is one of the foremost theatres in Germany." "We are so lucky." "Open this door, do you hear me?" "We have starved." "When we first came to Dresden, we knocked walnuts from the trees to eat." "I was so ashamed." "Open the door!" "You have borrowed money from everyone, even from members of your own orchestra who have little enough themselves." "You rant about their conditions, poverty, ill health and then you borrow from them." "Open the door!" "The only friends you have left have nothing themselves." "Anybody will do." "Anybody." "Richard?" "Bakunin." "See here." "Come, look." "I see." "You are facing your King's soldiers drawn up in ranks." " Your own soldiers against you!" " Semper, see that it holds." "Bakunin, these, calling on the soldiers not to fight us." "Ludicrous!" "Amateurs!" "Soldiers of Saxony, lay down your arms!" "Come with me, Semper, Bakunin, we shall inform them of their real duty." "Simpletons!" "Lay down your arms, fellow Saxons, fellow Germans." "Join us, the people of Dresden, bearing arms to defend our liberties and yours, our liberties and yours." "We are all in the same boat." "We have to defend ourselves against oppression." "Whatever happens in this world, let us all be true Germans." "If you ask me, whole thing is doomed to failure." "The working man must lead in the social struggle to come." "Free men, artists, all of us." "Our struggle today must express the will of free people everywhere, regardless of national boundaries." "Our nationalism, our nationalist socialism, must be only an ornament, not a limitation." "Our work will either be to free the human spirit or else condemn it forever to chains of economic bondage." "Wagner!" "Wagner!" "Wagner." "Someone must show us, show us what to do, direct them." "Me?" "Not me." "Ask Bakunin, he's the professional revolutionary." "I'm just a musician." "Semper, you build excellent barricades." "What do you suggest?" " You?" " No, no, no." "Bakunin may well decide to throw in his lot with this amateur revolution, but I'm sure he'd say that it was doomed to failure." ""The wrong people are inspiring it. " I mean, people like you and me." "I think he's just using us to fan up the flames." "Why don't we climb somewhere where we can see what's happening?" " Ah, the Church of the Cross." " Good, good, you go." "I am an architect who has no head for heights." " Up there, like Christ on a temple!" " Oh, yes, yes." "When you write your Jesus Christ opera, the tenor must sing nothing but " "# Off with his head!" "#" "And the soprano " "# Hang him!" "#" "And the basso continuo - that's Bakunin " ""Fire!" "Fire!" "It's the only way, the only way is to destroy everything!"" "Rubbish." "Yes, yes, perhaps you're right." "# Off with his head!" "# Hang him!" "# Fire!" "Fire!" "# Off with his head!" "Hang him!" "#" "Fire!" "Fire!" "# Off with his head!" "Hang him!" "#" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Destruction!" "Destroy and start again!" "You set fire to your opera house!" "Of course I didn't, but I should have done years ago." "Such places should be burned down." "One can't do anything with such places, Semper." "The places are built for Italians and the court, tiny houses for tiny music, little mice squeaking in tune." "This... this is theatre." "This." "Flames." "We need theatres that are this." "Amphitheatres of fire, buildings that might encompass this, contain this." "This is theatre!" "I scribble notes, what I see for days, in the hope it may be useful, may help them aim their shots." "The lark, up there, soars to a dizzy height." "Larks and heroes." "Oh, how long will this all go on?" "Weeks now." "The bullet that can lay me out has not been cast." "Left, right, left!" " Do you see them?" " What?" "The bloody Prussians, thousands of them, pouring in." "Herr Wagner." "We have met." "Go back to your Prussian master, sir." "Take note I come at the request of your king to restore peace and order." "Ridden post to get here." "You may go back to your rum-tiddy-dumming, bandmaster." "Damn me, had I a musket, I'd drum you, sir." "Go back to your royal Prussian master." "See if he wants his boots given a polish!" "You thought highly enough of my king when you were touting your songs in Berlin." "Tell me if I disremember, but didn't you offer to write him a march?" "I accept royal patronage no more." "True patronage will come from the people of a united Germany." "Under Prussia, sir." "Under no man, sir, unless we elect him." "Because of my high regard for you as the composer of Rienzi..." "I shall not cut you down where you stand." "I don't fight musicians." "Prepare yourselves." "What did the Prussian say?" "He'd seen Rienzi, must have liked it." "Wagner!" "Wagner!" "Wagner!" "'Lt was as well that Wagner left Dresden when he did." "'Another day or so and he would have been clapped in prison." "'Röckel was confined for over 13 years." "'As it was, a warrant was quickly taken up for Wagner's arrest 'and return to the scene of his activities on the barricades, 'there to be brought to trial, 'to face the music as it were," "'to face the music no longer as Royal Kapellmeister 'with an orchestra at his bidding, 'but as a proscribed criminal, a fugitive from justice." "'For two months, he stayed out of the clutches of the authorities 'until he was at last forced to flee Germany entirely." "'Entirely..." "'He crossed into Switzerland from Bavaria, 'at Lindau on the Bodensee, in disguise." "'False papers." "'Alone." "'But as he wrote to a friend," ""'From these ruins I shall find most whom I need," ""'then I shall erect a theatre on the banks of the Rhine" ""'and scatter invitations throughout Europe to a great dramatic festival. "" "'He did say that." "Then, as a man on the run, as it were... '" "Are you Professor Widman or Herr Itzenpliz?" "Widman." "'He was not to return to Germany, any part of it, 'not Saxony, not Dresden, not Bavaria." "'No state would have him home for over a decade." "'He was not to build his theatre and scatter invitations for 27 years. '" "We have lunched." "Now they are removing my doors." "For some reason best known to themselves." "Erm, Herr Müller, why is it necessary for Herr Wagner to remove my doors?" "Mr Wagner must have a stage from which to read us his poem." "Ah..." "I see." "So, Herr Müller, I have provided a stage for Richard Wagner." "Sit down everybody, please." "Make yourselves comfortable." "Before... before reading my poem Siegfried to you, before doing this, I would like you to try and understand my position." "On a door." "You are positioned on a door." "Isn't he, Baumgartner, on one of Jacob Sulzer's doors?" "Please, please, please!" "My position as an artist, my reasons for being a year in exile without writing one note of music, my... my purpose, my quest, my search for and study of those myths and legends of our German past." "The German artist of the future will emerge from his mythic past as I am emerging." "I am shedding those distractions which wasted me, those boltholes into oblivion." "Security, success, fear of failure." "Change." "I seek to change entirely that which has led to me being here, searched for as a posted criminal in my own country... where we failed to change anything." "Out of the realm of the womb of night and death, there came into being a race dwelling in Nibelheim, that is in gloomy subterranean clefts and caverns." "They are known as the Nibelungs." "Feverishly they burrow through the bowels of the earth like worms in a dead body." "They anneal and smelt and smith hard metals." "'Wagner began the years of his exile in Zurich, 'a town devoid of art in the public sense." "'But it did have a thriving music society." "'Good, simple-hearted cultured persons, determined to be friendly, 'put him in the way of a few coins to pay the rent." "'Minna had resisted joining him for some time." "'She had been happy in Dresden." "'Lt had been all she wanted until the barricades went up, 'and she was fearful that as soon as she left Dresden she would be shut out, 'borders closed against her as they were against her husband." "'She could not face the thought of a life of exile outside Germany." "'But she allowed herself to be assured by those of us who knew such things 'that there would be no question of her being forbidden Dresden." "'She had no charge against her of any action treasonable." "'She could therefore come and go as she pleased." "'So, blameless, she went 'to be at her husband's side in his exile in a foreign land, his pleadings answered." ""'Very well," she thought." "'Lf she was sure she could come back to her beloved Germany, she would go, 'make a home for her beloved Richel 'with Natalie, her daughter by a previous never-mentioned liaison, 'their dog Peps, her parrot Papo, and sundry items of furniture and comfort. '" "Siegfried's Death." "First Norn." " First what?" " Norn, you fool!" "Norn..." "First Norn:" "In the East I wove!" "Second Norn:" "In the West I wound!" "Third Norn:" "To the North I cast!" "What wound'st thou in the West?" "Second Norn:" "What wov'st thou in the East?" "First Norn:" "Alberich robbed the Rheingold, bent there from a ring, bound there by his brethren." "Second Norn:" "Thralls the Nibelungen, thrall to Alberich since his ring was stolen." "Third Norn:" "Free the elves of darkness." "Free too Alberich." "Rheingold, rest in the waters." "First Norn:" "In the East I wove!" "Second Norn:" "In the West I wound!" "Third Norn:" "To the North I cast!" "What would'st thou in the West?" "Second Norn:" "What wov'st thou in the East?" "First Norn:" "The giants built the Godsberg." "With threats they asked the ring in pay." "The Gods bereft it from the Nibelung." "'When she got there, in September 1849, 'she rolled up her sleeves and set to... set to. '" "That on night hide once I'd fought when the fearsome worm I slew." "Hagen:" "Brünnhilde, woman bold, knowst thou a right the ring." "Wast it to Günther thou gav'st?" "Then is it his?" "And Siegfried hath won it by trick, which the treacherous years shall atone." "Brünnhilde:" "Betrayed, betrayed most shamefully betrayed." "Treason, treason as never yet was venged." "Gudrun, the Clansmen and Women:" "Treason!" "Vengeance!" "On whom?" "Ah, Liszt..." "The Fairies." "37 years of age!" ""Kapellmeister Richard Wagner is wanted for examination" ""on account of his active participation in the recent uprising." ""Medium height, brown hair, wears spectacles. "" "That could be anyone." "Thank God." "Wotan!" "Wotan!" "Ruler of Gods!" "Wotan, bless thou the flames." "Burn hero and bride, burn eke the true horse." "In joy may greet Valhall, made one for a bliss without end." "My venger, Hagen, my son." "Rescue, rescue the Ring." "The end." "Herr Wagner, let me fill your glass." "You have of course read Wolfram von Eschenbach, the Northern Sagas?" "Yes, yes." "Opera bores me, bores me, it's got nothing to say." "I don't write operas." "I write music drama." "Ah, that's it, that's the thing." "That doesn't bore me at all." "Are any of your musicals being given anywhere?" "Ah, yes, musicals..." "Liszt is giving Tannhäuser in Weimar." " I can't go there!" " Neither can I any more." "Switzerland is full of people trying to flee from somewhere, Paris, Vienna..." " Dresden." " Ah, yes, Dresden." "He'll be arrested should he show his face anywhere in Germany." "Paris." "Take this Siegfried fellow to Paris." " But you'll have to put songs in it for Paris." " Ah, yes, songs..." "To meet you at last, Frau Wagner." "Tell me, was the concert not?" "No, it was not." "I know most of the orchestra are amateur musicians, but does the music not?" " It does not." " Oh!" "Dresden has one of the finest orchestras in Germany." " This is a band." " Oh!" "A small-town band." " A Swiss cheese and mountain call band." " Oh!" "You were all dreadful!" "I think that Richard's greatness lies in the way that he faces adversity." " Do you?" " Oh!" "My dear Sulzer, come in, come in." "I hear that your friend Meyerbeer has had another big success in Paris." "My dear Sulzer, you would not have me pander to a swindler such as he?" "Meyerbeer." "Last time I encountered Meyerbeer was in Paris in the music shop of Schlesinger." "Was, at one time, Schlesinger's, now owned by a much more pronounced type of Hebrew, one Brandus." "While I made conversation with dear old Monsieur Henri, the only person left at all friendly and welcoming, do you know, Meyerbeer hid from me?" "But I winkled him out, brought him to face me there." "Meyerbeer, master of melodious moonshine forced to come out of his lair, stuttering, stammering, professing false goodwill, and here it came, here it came." "His assumption that I was in Paris to seek, as it were, my fortune!" "Meyerbeer was always willing to help and did so often, but like everyone else who helps Richard, they are eventually repaid with scorn and derision." "Oh!" "Meyerbeer gave out a belch of manuscript dust, his assumption dispelled by assuring him that the thought of having anything done, or underdone, or overdone in Paris was odious to me." ""But," whines Meyerbeer, "Liszt has published a brilliant article about you." ""We all read it. "" ""Ah," replied I, "it had not really occurred to me" ""that the enthusiastic devotion of a friend should be regarded as speculation. "" ""But," quoth he, and here the man lies bare, the 30 pieces of silver chink," ""but the article created a sensation in Paris," ""you must make profit out of it by following it up with something. "" "Profit?" "I told him that there were greater occupations for my mind when the whole world seemed to be in turmoil and reaction." ""But", a great but-erer is Meyerbeer, "but what do you expect to get out of it?" ""Are you set to write scores for the barricades?"" "Whereupon I told him it was not in my mind to write any scores at all, which took the ground straight from under him and laid him on it." "Meyerbeer!" "The Meyerbeer clique!" "Twittering Nibelungs, maggots deep in the flesh, feeding on the sweet, pretty, fleshy confection that is Paris, a blood cake iced and spattered with silver and gold." "Pretty tunes, music for brothels." "Deep inside the cake, they twitter and wriggle and copulate and kiss and suck, growing bellies that are fat, shoulders broad enough to carry the ponderous crucifixion of fame." "Victors of the fame game." "I, Meyerbeer, salute you with five acts and a ballet decollete called an opera!" "Bravo, an opera by Meyerbeer!" "The world hangs hushed on every nauseous note, stands transfixed in awe at titles promising seriousness." "Hollow titles, rattling with arias and melodramatic arpeggios." "Empty rodomontade titles like The Prophet, a prophet who tells one nothing." "Meyerbeer entitles his grand opera The Prophet and it prophesies nothing." "I can no more write operas than I can fly to Paris without the aid of wires from a gridiron." "I know you have come to encourage me." "I know." "I know you mean well." "I know." "I swing." "I am suspended, Minna." "I am neither here nor there." "I wait for times to change and try to change times by the essays I write which you dismiss thus." "There is a Mrs Ritter who has a son she wishes to be a musician." "A composer, I fear, of operas." "She and another lady have offered to finance me while..." "Oh, Minna..." " How we've missed you." " Yes." "'Mademoiselle Minna Planer." "'The beautiful, unattainable actress I paid court to for two years and two months 'before she would have me. '" "You must not have another child." "No." "I must never..." "I must remind you, Richard, that if I am barren, as I am barren, it is because your child died before it could be born while we fled from your creditors, pursued by Cossacks." "Maybe." "To have another child would mean my death." "Yes..." "Never to have had sufficient money." "Never." "It is so... graceless." "What would you have me do?" "Work as others work." "Well, I give concerts." "I concertise for pitiful sums of money." "Is there something to eat?" "Tomorrow there will be, thank God." " And Liszt?" " I thank Liszt." "Oh, I am your child, Minna." "I sometimes think so." "Richard?" "Why must you take money from this woman?" "Mrs Ritter?" "Because she offers it and she has it." "She's English, I think." " Or it's the other one." "One of them is." " Is it beneath your dignity to earn money rather than borrow it?" "These pamphlets and essays you write." "They waste your time." "You're a conductor of concerts." "Conduct them." "You're a writer of music." "Write it." " So that we can live." " Mmm..." "Liszt wants me to go to Paris." "He thinks I should." "I'm grateful to Liszt, but he needs me more than I need him." "He is, after all, a performer, hmm?" "The darling of the salons." "They watch his hands on the piano and imagine them up their skirts." "Richard!" "But he sees the music of the future." "He sees it." "He sees the fusion of music and drama, dimly, as I see it." "Very dimly." "Which is why I can't write anything that will please you." "The form eludes me." "I know it." "Greek, vast amphitheatres." "Life and worship in their art." "Sensual performances understood by everyone." "Slaves, masters, all equal in intellect." "Equal in sensitivity." "Same tongue, same myths." "Instantly accessible through shared desires." "Experience." "Food, even." "The same simple attic food." "Milk, wine, olives." "The same women, enjoyed by master and slave alike in the same open manner." "Music is feminine." "It lies waiting to be fertilised, the dramatic seed thrust into it." "Words, taken up and carried further by the music." "But poetry..." "Poetry is the reason for music." "And drama is the reason for both." "Paris?" "Paris is for Meyerbeer and his vapid nonsense for which he earned in royalties for one opera some 750,000 marks last year." "Whereas I got 900 marks for the entire rights of Rienzi." "I told everyone you were commissioned to write something for Paris." " It was announced in the Dresden papers." " Why?" "So I should not be ashamed of you." "Ah, yes." "Yes..." "Meyerbeer is in Paris and is afraid of being buried alive, given instructions that bells should be tied to his toes when he goes." "He fears suffocation after death." "I am in terror of it happening now." "While I live." "Heavens." "I have seen a theatre of flames." " Liszt does Lohengrin?" " Yes, something." "Lohengrin, the King of the Fairies." "You remember." "Lohengrin, the swan knight." "A fairy." "Mmm?" "Silk?" "How on earth have you managed to afford silk?" " What?" " You've sent me no money for weeks." " I always try, Minna." " Yes, you do." " But silk." " It isn't paid for." "Minna, you know I can't wear anything but silk." "Oh, Richard..." "Mitzel..." "Liszt suggested the court at Weimar might pay me a yearly sum." "A nice house might be found for you." "Lohengrin might be given in English." "London might do it." "You were right, Mitzel, my old love, my dear old love." "Minna, the beautiful actress laid low by the madman Wagner." "I must get something for Paris." "What do you say to Wieland the Smith?" "Shall your old Richel do that?" "I know you think I should settle to a decent living, not live off other people." "I've been offered a few francs a year to write something by a lady from Edinburgh who lives in Bordeaux." "She and Frau Ritter met her daughter in Dresden." "Jessie Taylor, called Laussot now married a young wine merchant." "He was on his beam ends." "If her mother can put money into wine, why not into Wieland the Smith, what?" "Where is there a blacksmith?" "Where?" "I need to hear the sound of metal being struck." "I must learn to forge metal." "And I must learn to walk." "Richard, your words, your ideas fill me with... confusion, love." " Yes, love." " I give it you... freely." "Jesse, I know." "Wieland the Smith." "You are his bride - chained, iron-chained and waiting for him to strike off the chains." "I do feel that." "Enter." "Did you enjoy your walk, Mr Wagner?" "The sea near Bordeaux is very bracing." "I find it not within me to enjoy anything at the moment." "I fear for my health." "Oh, how distressing." "Did Jesse tire you?" "No, no, she..." "She..." " She was an inspiration." " I'm so pleased." "Is the sea air of Bordeaux helping you to recover from that which has brought you so low?" "Thanks also to you... sire, and to your beautiful young wife and to Mrs Taylor and, of course, we must never forget Frau Ritter who brought us all together." "She is a good friend, a discerning woman." "I see that your Dresden friends have been sentenced to death for their part in the uprising." " Yes." " Unthinkable." "I must..." "Er, you must go to her." "Yes." "I was overcome." "You are not now, overcome?" "I am recovered." "Yes, well." "Well... we are all upset at the thought of what might be lost to the world should Mr Wagner have been took up by the Dresden authorities and so dealt with." "Yes, it is well known that my part in the events was that of a mere spectator." "An innocent laid bare." "A bystander." "They were, are... for a few days more, my friends." "Where will they go?" "What will they find?" "Is there a heavenly place for them, a shrine?" "A mossy bank?" "I've tried to... explain my feelings, have written to them" "in simple hope that they will allow me into their last..." "I have told them that I am protected by the most blessed friendship and love." "Am I not in the bosom, the bosom, that place where love lurks waits to do its healing?" "I tell them nothing of the financial plight I am in." "I tell them that, however with renewed hope and fresh strength to my... my... in my wings" "I am carrying on, going where they would wish in my own way and according to my own powers refleshed the work for which they, supple-limbed heroes, are laying down their lives." " They are?" " Is there no hope... of reconciliation" "between yourself and the authorities, Mr Wagner?" "Shall you never be reinstated in your position in Dresden?" "That, madam, I do not desire and with your money, which you've so generously offered to remit me it is not necessary for me to be a servant ever again." "I shall go to the east." "What an excellent idea." "East of where?" "Mrs Taylor... with the 3,000 francs a year," "I will use it for..." "I will use half of it to provide for my wife." "Oh." "How far east did you have in mind?" "I... am going with him." " With whom?" " I'm vital to his development as an artist." "So, too, you will find, am I." "I would remind you that I have saved your husband from bankruptcy." "I am delighted to help Mr Wagner as well but to not to cut my hands like a groom so that he may more easily mount the mare." " I have never loved Eugene." " No, Daughter, but I have." "Vital to his development indeed!" "I shall shoot the fellow should he dare to show his face in Bordeaux ever again." "I shall indeed!" "C'est quelque chose dont j'avais toujours..." "Stop!" "Yes?" "You are Richard Wagner of Dresden?" "I am." "If you are here to dun me, a bailiff, I'm getting money." "I have a letter of credit from a friend in Weimar." "The composer and pianist, Franz Liszt." "I expect..." "Please, please..." " It is not money?" " It is by nature of being political touching on state and power, which I am encouraged, as a guardian, to pursue with zest and power and to ask you these... several questions." "Might I put them to you now, hmm?" "Why have you come back to Paris?" "What have your reasons been, apart from romantic, for being in Bordeaux?" "And have you tried to communicate with any here" " on the list?" " List?" "The list here given of known revolutionary-inclined persons in alphabetical order." "I was only a... spectator." "Read it carefully, Herr Wagner, and when you have finished, I will escort you from Paris." "Ah." "Tannhäuser." "Now, this is splendid." "Revolutionary, one might say." "I am by way of being an amateur musician myself." "I am told that my friends are to be executed in Dresden." "Röckel, the others." "Do you know?" "Are they dead?" "They are not now to be executed, merely imprisoned though I would execute them, for I am implacable" " as you were." " One should be." "Herr Wagner... might I warn you you are marked and will be watched while you are on the list and every country has its own list and its own influential people who need only to denounce you as behaving suspiciously... as in Bordeaux, for instance." "Hm?" "Hm?" "Mrs Taylor - or was it Mrs Ritter?" " Her son Karl has the makings of a fine musician." "Well, no, he hasn't the makings of a very fine anything - but, for the sake of 3,000 francs a year..." "Hmm." " Might I take this?" " Please do." " With a signature?" " Where am I to go?" "Herr Wagner, you may go where you wish but you may not go to Bordeaux, where you were going." "A signature." "I was going east." " I am told your wife will arrive soon in Paris." " Wife?" "Wife?" "My wife writes to me, asking that I should not use any familiarity or affection in my correspondence with her." "In my letters, I should address her formally, as to a stranger met in the street." "Wife?" "Might I suggest, Herr Wagner, that for your safety you should move on perhaps, say, to..." "Switzerland?" "Yes." "'Switzerland was congenial to Wagner." "'He suffered from ill health all his life 'and, like others before him 'thrashed his body with healthy pursuits - 'in Switzerland with Minna, with two pupils taken in to earn a modest living." "'One of them was Hans von Bülow, 'a law student from Leipzig." "'The other, Karl Ritter, the son of Frau Ritter here in Dresden." "'At whose house Wagner had first met Jessie Laussot." "'He had rowed a boat one day across from Lucerne to the William Tell chapel." "'Ln the boat, Franz Liszt, Wagner's foremost champion, always. '" "My dear friend." "My dear friend." "What it is to have you with us." "Why does he smile so?" "He's happy." "Is he?" "No." "Wagner, the gentleman is very wealthy." " Which gentleman?" " The gentleman I tell you of." "Oh, that?" "It would be difficult for me." "I have taken considerable trouble with the hereditary Grand Duchess Sophie and she is becoming a most accomplished prima donna assoluta, as it were." " As it were?" " Well, she can sing... un peu." "Fort peu." "I think the Duke of Sachsen-Coburg-Gotha will pay you well for scoring his new opera." "My dearest, I'm sure he will and so he should." "What was his last opera called?" "Tony?" "Yes." "Tony, yes." "He's particularly intent on copying your magnificent use of trombone." "Is he?" "Who?" "Le Duc de Coburg." " Who is your dear friend and patron." " Yes." "He's a close relative of Grand Duke Carl." " And a dolt." " Pardon?" "Only a dolt would copy the use of trombones." "He asked me to find out your rules in this respect that he might apply them in his own work." "Work?" "He has no work." "What a doltish question." "How can you ask me such a doltish question, Liszt?" "Loyauté m'oblige." "I assured my royal patron that I would." "Did you?" "Well, you tell him this, then." "Tell the royal buffoon that I never use a trombone unless I have an idea for a trombone." "One just doesn't use trombones." "Tell him also that I am searching for a prince who will support me not through my work on whatever "work" he may be amusing himself with." "I want a prince who will support me..." "undemandingly, unconditionally, unquestioningly." "By which I mean money, Liszt - money, money, money, Liszt." "All I want is money." "Love, I abandon." "And art." "And politics?" "Ah, politics has abandoned me." "Why do you smile when I talk of Goethe?" "He smiled all through lunch when we discussed Goethe." "Why?" "Because I have... a deep admiration of Goethe." "Do you?" "And for France?" "If you are not prepared to accept that France is the cultural leader of Europe then you are a baboon." "You certainly grin like one." "Never, never argue with Liszt about Goethe or the French." "I never do, Karl." " Karl, you must not." " My dear Frau Wagner..." "I must demand, and get, an apology from him." "Liszt is one of the kindest, gentlest of men." "He would not dream of insulting you." "I have communicated the outrage to my mother." "He..." "He called me a baboon." "Baboon face." " Surely it isn't all that important." "Surely not." " Yes, it is." "It is." "I am to be married." "I cannot be treated in this way." "Marry?" "Ought you to, Ritter?" "Ladies and gentlemen... this telegraph has been received from Weimar." "It is a poem to mark the occasion of Liszt's birthday." "It will be read by one of our own poets " "Georg Herwegh." "The Lovers Blessed by Hofmann von Fallesleben." "In every nest where lovers dwell" " Togetherness..." " Karl is very upset, Richard." "Is he?" " As a boy, he was called "baboon-face"." " Was he?" "Spring begets each mother's dwelling..." "With fresh, green blooms." "The young fool isn't going to make a scene, is he?" "So may we each stretch out our hand" "As we are led to the better land." "Wagner!" "Wagner!" "Is it often that you have to play for your supper?" "Wagner, well done." "Far too well done." "I would much rather these things be done badly." " Francois!" " In what respect?" "In every respect, that I better form my opinions." "Ah." "How can one correctly appreciate and criticise when seduced by the excellence of Frau Heim and yourself?" "Yes, and Liszt." "Oh, I think Liszt played badly." "One could see the genius, but..." "Frau Wills, I am concerned as to your..." "Heine?" "Has the poet Heine, the great German poet, Heine..." " Madame, I am aware..." " Heine?" "Has Heine been of any influence in Herr Wagner's..." "Wagner?" "It is the birthday of Liszt." " I have the highest regard for the poet." " We think very little of the poet, Heine." "But Heine has captured the German people." "Karl, you must not make a scene." "I will make Liszt aware of your feelings." "I am sure he will apologise in his own way, possibly by letter." "I shall demand an apology now." "If I do not get one, my mother will not give you another penny." " No, no, wait!" " Why talk about Heine?" "Surely his name will be inscribed in the temple of immortality." "I suppose so." "In shit." "Are we not making too much of it?" "After all, the boy does look like a baboon." "For years, I had in mind the story of a young man, a boy of great charm - of great charm and beauty." "Without beauty, there is nothing." "My Siegfried is above all those things." "Beautiful." "No knowledge of fear." "A boy too stupid to learn fear." "Whenever I have the opportunity to hear the Master play" " I am aware of the gift God has given him..." " Too kind." " We should all pray our thanks to God..." " I abase myself before you, ma chere." "What is Siegfried's guardian like?" "What?" "Small and bent of course, deformed, and he hobbles." "His..." "His head is huge - a great bald head with his small and shark-like glancing eyes going to the soul." "Festooned with a grey beard." "The embodiment of evil." "He does..." "He does, of course, resemble us to a hair." "In Weimar, I am told they plan to institute a festival of music, opera and art for to enjoy the whole people of Germany and also to cultivate." "Yes, one would hope so." "A transformation is needed." "Music must go through a real transformation." "What is needed more than anything, however is a transformation... in theatre." "Listen to me, damn you!" "Damn you!" "Listen to me!" "I'm Wagner!" " Herr Wagner..." " 'In 1851..." " Herr Wagner?" "!" " '..." "Wagner's health gave out... entirely." "'Entirely." "He was forced to spend two months in a sanatorium 'to take the water cure 'to stride the mountains when fit enough" "'but he suffered from shingles, you see." "'He suffered from constipation." "'He suffered also from gastric ulcers 'but most of all 'he suffered from black, hounding despair." "'He had written no music for almost five years." "'Lf he could but return to Germany..." "'But he could not." "'He was still listed here in Dresden as a revolutionary criminal 'but Semper, the architect of the barricades, joined him 'and another revolutionary friend, Hermann Müller 'and there was always the pupil, Karl Ritter, 'upon whose money" "'or rather that of his mother, Frau Ritter," "'Wagner depended." "'They tried to cheer him on his trudges through the snow above the clouds... 'and sometimes did." "'He wrote somewhere..." ""'Determined" ""'I shall return to Zurich to die..." ""'or to compose. "'" "I am on the point of... vomit!" "Altitude." "You were not given a head for heights, Ritter." "He is some help." "Liszt has recommended someone else - a young man, Bülow." "He may be more..." "But this one's mother pays well, Semper." "Pays well." "Semper!" "Look at it." "Every theatre should tumble before this and come the day when every German theatre does tumble, you and I - you with your prams, I with my ideas - we come up here and hurl rocks we cannot yet heft" "with such strength that they will reach the Rhine and, there, slot into place." "We'll blow horns to call our friends together and perform three dramas in the course of a week which shall proclaim the artwork of the future." "Got away." "By the very nick." "The nick." "I am now without money and a refugee." "I haven't a penny to spare." " Not one." "Not one." " Neither have I. I'm destitute." "Not entirely." "I am given to rages." "I am covered with the most beastly rash." "I'm writing a... play." "I suffer from..." " pressure of the blood." " I also." "Yes, yes, and more than that." "An alarming, feverish activity." "For my shingles, I have been taking sulphur." "So much so that I sweat sulphur." "Doctors... they give me poisons." "I'm not convinced that this... water is the answer." "Er, this opera, composing and such, are you still at it?" "I am." "Do you still hope for change?" "No, I do not hope for change." "There is no hope for change." ""The world is only of physical, no moral, significance. " Then why seek to change it?" "Down, gentlemen, please." "I confess, I do not understand one word of Herr Schopenhauer." "Oh, do you not?" "Herr Wagner thinks it's very important." "He's read this book five times in nine months." "Have you read it?" "Down, gentlemen, please." "I think it impresses him because it fortifies his own view of himself - a genius, some would say a madman " "but given the superfluity of knowledge and artistic insight beyond the normal trivialities of paying bills and... earning a living... and, it would seem, breathing." ""Suicide - the supreme assertion of the will." ""Sacrifice and denial of the will to live. " Stay down, all of you!" "I must live on... and suffer." "Naughty Richard." "Poor Minna." "In the mornings, I work." "In the afternoons, I walk." "You?" "I work through the night into the morning, until I am exhausted." " I would ask you to work in the afternoons." " Why?" " I am Richard Wagner." " Success to you." " I am a gunsmith." " I've never had need of... guns." "The pen being mightier than the sword?" "Beating swords into ploughshares." "So long as man strives he makes mistakes." "Every man is worth studying carefully, but not every man is worth talking to." "Good day, sir." "I..." "I often think a rich merchant such as yourself is allowed his prosperity," "Wesendonck... that he might come to the aid of fine artists such as Herr Wagner." "I can find money for Wagner but I would suggest that his wife be asked to control that which we find for him." "Where is she?" "I am told she is sickly, in Dresden." "Frau Wagner." "Herr Wagner is, in fact, a financial genius." " You mean, in that he obtains money?" " In that he persuades money." " Now, his wife..." " Otto, were I Wagner" "I would hate to have my affairs handled by my wife." "Indeed, any gentleman would find it intolerable though, of course, in the case of Herr Wagner, hmm..." "Do you know he borrowed 1,000 thalers from that booby, Ritter?" "His mother already remits Wagner a stipend for the musical education of the boy as well as in appreciation of Wagner's genius." "He is that." "My own wife tells me he is." "And my sensibility confirms it." "One person who does not appear to know this is Wagner's own wife." "She sends him into despair, I'm told." "Will not live with him one minute, cannot do without him the next." "I thank heaven for quiet order in my own household." "Frau Wagner, she simply doesn't understand the way he writes and writes and cudgels his brains to shreds." "You know, it's not merely opera." "It's not merely music." "That man just..." "Well, he wants to change everything." "But of course Wa-Wagner... is music." "Wagner, we discuss your finances." "Oh, yes?" "Yes." "On trust that I shall be paid back from future fees from your operas" "I shall let you have 7,000 francs which I trust will expunge your debts." "My, er..." "My dear Wesendonck, I am grateful to you." "There is also the small matter of some 500 francs " "I'd hoped to cover it with a fee for Lohengrin - to be paid tomorrow, or they will throw me out of my humble..." "Erm, can't sell the furniture." "Frau Wagner would never forgive me." "She has taken the cure." "I expect her any day." "Yes, yes, 500 francs." "Liszt does Lohengrin in Weimar." "Do you know I have never... seen it?" "Nothing to do with her!" "Nothing!" "The threads came together, that's all." "Nothing!" "Nothing to do with Mathilde Wesendonck!" "'No, no, no." "Never." "'There was nothing she gave me except a summer house in her garden." "'That's all I had from her." "Nothing to do with her." "'I'm sorry, Minna." "'Sorry." "Sorry for what I did to you." "'Sorry, Minna..." "'Minna." "'Sorry, Minna. '" "A house and garden on my own." "A haven of calm at last." "This shall be my last move of all." "Wagner, my dear friend!" "I have something to show you." "Ah, of course I shall pay you rent." " Of course." " And I shall never put on livery again." "How I detested those breeches and those stockings and those buckled boots." "Most insulting to a man." "Now it is silk." "Do you know, Herr Wesendonck?" "You must know." "You sell silk." "You must know how important silk is to me." "It is the only thing I can wear." "I'm mortified beyond endurance if forced to wear anything else." "Covered in scrofula." "Only the finest stuff." "And you would know the finest stuff." "How well you have done from silk." "And here you see me, who cannot live without it." "It's Good Friday." "It isn't." "Church bells are not rung on Good Friday." "Yes, it is." "Yes, it is." "Yes, it is." " Well..." " Well?" "Isn't it better here?" "Yes." "Aren't you happy here?" "I had a letter from Doctor Pusinelli in Dresden." "Yes?" "How is the dear man?" "He thinks I take too much laudanum." "I think that." "You still owe him a great deal of money." "He works for your reinstatement." "What?" "That you might be taken back." "Back?" "As Kapellmeister." "It's my dearest wish." "Not too much laudanum." "What have you there?" "It's a gold pen, given to me by Frau Wesendonck." "How kind." "How kind." "'I see thee in thy gorgeousness, 'hear all those who will never understand what we are to each other." "'Those who strangers are, yet near to us, 'how dare they speak to us, speak between us?" "'They voyage the questing, the voyaging we do, you and I, my sweet child." "'Though dreams of you crowd in, set sail with me." "'Does my dear muse stay afar still?" "'Ln silence I await your visit, send you my barque to transport you." "'Together in our boat we voyaged, 'no longer was I alone, a lonely heart, no longer the Dutchman, wherever you are. '" "'Everyone loves you," "'You love many." "'Your being as the sun is shown," "'Whose smile brings every joy and blessing." "'My heart loves you and you alone." "'So tenderly, so heart to heart," "'You kissed me in my dream." "'I feel it still, that love-true kiss, awakened though I seem." "'And yet in life my waiting mouth Your lips have scarce brushed o'er." "'No look, no cry revealed to you How sad my heart and sore." "'O, do not scorn the dream that gives High courage to my mood." "'Life looks on me with hateful eyes The dream alone is good." "'Then what is falsehood, what is truth?" "What life, and what dream stuff?" "'Let me go dreaming on and on For I have lived enough." "'Mathilde Wesendonck. '" "What does that creature spoilt by happiness mean to you?" "Minna, please." "You must understand she means everything." "That poor man." "I don't understand." "You treat him like a servant." "She treats me like a person unfit to meet socially." "You imagine everything." "I see." "Very well." "I shall go away." "You must stay and make an honest woman of her." "Here is another letter come." "You're not well." "No." "Not at all." "This cannot continue." "No, it cannot." "What is that?" "A drawing, a sketch." "Where does it go?" "To Frau Wesendonck." "No, it... doesn't!" "Minna." "Minna!" "Please try to behave properly in front of the servants." "Such behaviour is not understood by people like the Wesendoncks." "They don't live that kind of life." "Such behaviour is unknown to them." " You are surely ill." " You cannot talk me round any more." "Our intercourse has never violated morals, Minna." "Minna, do you hear?" "Minna!" "I shall not deny our love, but it is chaste." "Has never become carnal." "My wife, were she well, would thank you as I do, for your kindness in giving me luncheon." "Dear God, how I wish they'd leave my work alone." "If they can't, why do they think to please me by this?" " My God, I regret ever..." " Surely it is better to have it given..." "What do you know about it, Wesendonck?" "What?" "Do I presume to tell you about silk?" "How much in length?" "If the conversation touched upon the merchandising of silk, would you ever hear utterance from me?" "I cannot go on with it." "I cannot see a way forward." "I'm stuck with it." "The Ring." "I'm in a parlous state for money." "Parlous." "Once again, I have none." "How it goes." "Those who said they would publish me now say they will not." "So I am advanced nothing, nothing, nothing at all, not a coin, though it is read, published and read, and even performed in parts, in the bushes." "I need money now." "A performance now." "I shall write a popular work for ready money." "This woman, this beautiful creature, who has come into my life to be my muse." "We must come to some agreement about her." "Some arrangement must be made." "I think we should... share her." "You use my house as your own." "I am put out." "I would wish to have said this to you in private, but there you have it." "Now said in company where I would not wish to have said it." "Otto knows about our affection." "I have no secrets from him, the father of my children." "Quite so, quite so." "Do you know what is being done in your house, Otto?" "What it is we do together?" "The Legend of Tristan and Isolde." "A simple work." "Our constant companion, these months, Mathilde and I." "Our love interwoven with the love of Tristan and Isolde." "For the Emperor of Brazil, he asked for it." "He will build a theatre in Brazil." "Semper designs it." "I shall put Tristan and Isolde into it." "I am going blind." "Blind." "Blind." "Blind." "Blind." "Blind." "Agony." "Nothing to do with her." "The threads came together, that's all, nothing at all to do with her, nothing at all to do with Mathilde Wesendonck." " Yes?" " Another dog?" "Yes, given us by Otto." "My dear fellow!" "My dear fellow, how wonderful to see you." "How do you do?" "More important than that." "Can I introduce?" "Dear Hans, you have been in Berlin." "How I envy you, you must tell us all." "Your work, how well does it go?" "More important than that." "Can I?" "My dear Hans." "Now we shall work." " Did you abandon the law altogether?" " Can I introduce my bride?" " My bride." " A honeymoon." " They want to spend it with us." " Where else?" " That piano!" " From Paris." "The only worthwhile object to come out of that sink, that pit, given to me by the widow Erard." "Frau Bülow, your husband plays my rough drafts as if they were already set down for the piano." "We shall make a lot of music." " A lot." " You'll be hungry." "Minna will see that you keep quiet in the mornings." "Then in the afternoon and the rest of the day, we shall be with the Wesendoncks and we'll make music together, all of us." " All of us." "I am so pleased to see you." " Yes." " What can I do?" "Copying?" "Anything?" " No, no." "How does The Ring come?" "Valkyrie?" "That you should marry the daughter of Liszt, it is splendidly round and come together." "There are times when things do come together, have completeness." "I am so pleased, but then you know that." "Minna, feed them." "The light, the light." "Oh, this light." "How long before it was extinguished?" "The sun had set, the day had died, but its spite was unquenched." "It kindles the signal that holds me at bay and sets it up by my beloved's door, so that I may not make my way to her." "What are your feelings?" "Mine are that I'm overwhelmed by the beauty of the verse and the emotion." "I..." " Frau Wagner." " Frau Wesendonck." "I have..." "I am here to tell you of my husband." "You are?" "I've come to warn you of the inevitable consequences of your relationship with my husband." "Please." "I would rather you did not." "I face separation from my husband, a man I have lived with for 22 years." "I've been mistress of his household." "I am the person to whom you should hold the utmost respect." "I am wife to once the most respected composer in Germany, who has in the past done wonderful things, been Kapellmeister to the King of Saxony, a position of some worth." "I have been beautiful." "Was ravishing." "Was worn down by his constant attention." "Only this made me marry him." "But I have had to support him for years." "I have been in the way of becoming a very successful actress." "I gave it up." "Gave everything up to become the wife of Richard Wagner." "You have not anything you have given to him." "Nothing!" "Frau Wagner, your husband treats everything as his own, including my house." "Richard is in these things quite shameful." "No, no, I do believe he does not even consider it." "Everything is put in the world for him to use." "He regards the denial of anything he might consider necessary to him, a house, money, creature comforts, people." "He regards such denial as wicked, quite simply wicked." "He calls to me and says this." ""Minna..." ""We must separate." ""Frau Wesendonck who admires me, with whom I am passionately in love..." ""cannot stand our remaining together." ""She cannot stomach you," ""your sickliness," ""your lack of children," ""your barren womb. "" "This is not touching on my state." "It is your vulgar letters, the undermining of my position." "I am sick and ill and cannot sleep unless I am..." "If I were a common woman," "I would show your letters to that poor man, your husband, that he might judge." "Then my husband can return to his work." "From which he has been kept so shamefully!"