The elder Germont's aria, sung to his son, from Verdi’s “La Traviata”:
“The sea and soil of Provence, who has erased them from your heart?
From your native, brilliant sun, what destiny stole you away?
Oh, remember in your sorrow the joy that glowed within you,
And that only there can peace yet shine upon you.”
(Also for Three Word Wednesday and ABC Wednesday: "U" is for "unacceptable")
Here’s this week’s Berownial quiz.
Giuseppe Verdi was the composer who created the world-famous operas “Rigoletto,” “Aida” and a number of others. I wrote the following scenelet, which I hope may suggest one of his works. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is: name the opera.
(At some time in the nineteenth century an elderly gentleman is visiting his son in Paris. He would like him to come back to their home in Provence, especially since the young man seems to have become involved with a woman of easy virtue.)
“Dad, this is all so pointless. I told you to stay home. Nothing you can say is going to change my mind.”
“So I’m just paying a brief visit. Surely I have a right to visit my son once in a while.”
“Okay, you’ve visited. Now I must insist. I don’t want to offend you but please go back home and leave me alone.”
“I’ll go, I’ll go. But first I want you to know just how – unhappy – I am about your situation.”
“My ‘situation’ is fine, Dad. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“You really prefer being exposed to the noise and hustle and grime of this infernal city to what we have in Provence? The sun, the sea, the beauty…”
“Yes, I very much prefer it here. I like the noise and hustle – maybe not so much the grime – and of course it’s here that I met Violetta, a truly wonderful girl. Though I guess that’s one of the main reasons you came this time.”
“Well, since you bring it up. You’ve changed so much, associating with all kinds of people. As for the – er – young person in question, I’m sure she’s interesting, in her way. But it’s clear she one of those who revel in a cheap, unacceptable life style.”
“Unacceptable? Dad, I realize the news-flash that times have changed hasn’t gotten around to you yet. That you might refer to a girl as ‘cheap’ is so last century, but even so I find it offensive. Let me spell it out for you: this is the girl I want to marry. Don’t say anything about her that you’ll be sorry for later.”
“And don’t you be sorry later. Your mother and I, we worked hard to raise you for something so much better.”
“Yeah, well, say hello to everyone back home in Provence. Have a safe trip.”
(Also submitted to Sunday Scribblings.)