13 October 1855: Sheet #2 Original title: spettatore-egiziano_0010.jpg Protection: Open to all Expiration: Never Status: In progress Mark this revision as complete Cancel 13 October 1855: Sheet #2 Go full screenExit full screen Layout Reset == The Singer == ''''''I. The ''''Lever'''' (rise?) of a Leading Lady and the Antechamber'''''' ''''By making others happy you will be find great happiness.'''' (The last words of Castruccio Castraeani to his son). ''''Adah. What would joy be if it did not involved making others happy?" (Byron Cairo) –Quiet, Gentlemen! Do not take from the angels, children of light, the right to open up their smooth eyelids to our singing Star.– With this arcadian apostrophe, a dressed-up young man was announcing this at the entrance to a luxurious room in the Turin Foeder Hotel, where, about ten to twelve gentlemen of the theater (CHECK) were waiting for maybe an hour, chatting amongst themselves, the blessed orders of a celebrity actress of the Royal Theater. –Ah! Ah! Our own amateur actor, Pindaro! What will be played for us on the perfumed (CHECK) lyre?– –I saw it...– –Who? Pindaro?– –No; the angelic face that peeked out to glimpse the first rays of the midday sun.– –She was fresh and dewy like the dawn of the divine Guido (CHECK); the twelve nymphs, nimble daughters of Time followed her, dancing and playful...– –Tsk! They had already come before it (CHECK) – the eternal switch noted, – the last finished a few minutes ago already!– –Was it worth it to ruin my Anacreontic poem, oh genius MIRONTOLOGICO? But you're already a lawyer, so a killer of the imagination, and that's enough!– –You're mistaken, my dear; you should at least make an exception for lawyers in the theater business, who, to support the eccentricities of their crazy clients, are sometimes forced to perform, singing the paragraphs of rules, and reciting in verse the defense of the Platform, like mademoiselle Clarice made me do in her case against Lord Brindell.– –Ah! Ah!– the great Master Rossi exclaimed– so we've now returned to the times of the troubadours, and of the love courts? But tell me then, Doctor Rizzolo, the curious anecdote that could maybe give me the the topic for a joke musical, a similar undertaking as a serious work.– –Before anything, it is fitting that you all agree, my Gentlemen, that Lord Brindell is one of those ''''eccentrics'''' who in high English society is thrown/beaten every rude action, for a kind of superstitious ritual instigated by madness, like that it used in the East near the Dervis...– –Genius often borders with madness–the Poet declared pompously. –And for this exact reason, I would be of the opinion that all poets were treated the way that Duke Alfonso treated Torquato Tasso.– the relentless lawyer responded. –Utmost heresy– exclaimed the poet, at the same time raising his head, his eyes, and both his arms to the ceiling. The lawyer scrutinized him, sneering, and continued – Of the rest I leave to you all to judge whether your own is a genius or a madman, listen to the nice piece he played last spring at the Fanny E...While the famous ballerina was finding immense success in London, excessive ovations in the last stage of her artistic career, a wonderful day, a servant in a great uniform makes an announcement, who immediately disappears after having delivered an elegant wallet. Fanny opened it without hesitation, and between some banknotes, she found a ticket that said ''''Miss! I'm sending you the down payment of a sum''''