In double quick time, my brother has scored a symphony for Paris. The audience clapped in the middle of the first movement and again after a loud bang in the last. Altogether, the finale went at a lick. Wolfie was pleased with the clarinets and MOST of the strings, although a few carps have complained that the harmonies are DIFFICULT. He sucked an extra large ice after that particular concert.
Mama has confessed that she feels quite alone in their new lodgings. They are cheaper and closer to the theatres and the gentry, but she never sees Wolfie by day. Bad Wolfie. Poor Mama. I do hope she remembers Papa's advice to be bled and that she follows her own advice to me and buys herself a walking stick since they are the latest fashion. N.