"Oh, , if only I could put into words those heavenly sounds! An orchestra is but soft clay in Larzio's hands.

"Oh, , if only I could put into words those heavenly sounds! An orchestra is but soft clay in Larzio's hands. One moment the singing of angels descends upon you from the stage — and the next you are overtaken by the roar of Hell itself! Of course, there are always critics. — Where's the deep message? What are the existential questions? — But can you ever please them?! Anyway, I'm exalted! The audience is going out of their minds! Larzio is triumphant! Anything anyone can talk about is what the world would have lost were it not for your keen taste and unrivalled generosity! And the scale of production! And the decorations! And... And..." Exhausted and completely out of breath, Linzi pauses to collect herself.