Good quote, stolen from Terry:
"I love Italian opera--it's so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his
bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I
like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don't care about their
immortal souls, and don't worry about the ultimate."
D.H. Lawrence, letter, April 1, 1911
Running on impulse is fun: drinking wine, reading Vogue, parties and all that, or sitting in the pit oblivious of everything outside la Boheme. But then I leave the theatre and, in my quiet room at dusk, listen always at the moment to rather austere music. I love the seriousness, this structure, that dignity.
Well, the impulsive types are always the romantic heroes, and if I had to choose either head or heart, I'd take the heart. Nonetheless, here's also to serious hours.
I think I'm so keen on others' seriousness because, as regular readers of TwTwTw will agree, it's impossible to take myself seriously - a colleague recently taught me the German for "kiss my arse", but as a "friendly Bavarian greeting". I believed him for at least two long minutes.