Mozart and Beethoven are old pedants, the stupidity of preceding years took pleasure in it; only after Rossini we know what melody is. Fidelio is rubbish: no-one knows why we take the trouble of going and listening to it, to be bored. The above, spreading around 1816, combined with the present topic, just reinforces my feeling that history won't teach us nothing. But then, when Altavista.com believes that Ave Maria is an avenue somewhere in the world, I really start wondering a little. As for to what kind of music Mozart would have been composing if he hadn't knocked his head against the corner of the table, or whatever else happened, I'll submit the old saying that if my grandpa had had four wheels, he would have been a cart instead. Roberto Strappafelci (who really thinks we live in strange days)