Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) Malaspina Great Books Death Mask Mozart Age 7 Leopold Mozart (1719-1787) Anna Maria Mozart (1720-1778) Anna Maria (1751-1829) Karl and Franz Karl Mozart age 74 (1856)
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Musikverein in Vienna
"Addio, ben mio. Keep well, my love. Into your mouth your arse you'll shove. I wish you good-night, my dear, but first shit in your bed and make it burst. It is long after one o'clock already. Now you can go on rhyming yourself. "
Oh, mother mine!Butter is fine.Praise and thanks be to Him,We're alive and full of vim.Through the world we dash,Though we're rather short of cash.But we don't find this provokingAnd none of us are choking.Besides, to people I'm tiedWho carry their muck insideAnd let it out, if they are able,Both before and after table.At night of farts there is no lack,Which are let off, forsooth, with a powerful crack.The king of farts came yesterdayWhose farts smelt sweeter than the may.
His voice, however, was no treatAnd he himself was in a heat.Well, now we've been over a week awayAnd we've been shitting every day.Wendling, no doubt, is in a rageThat I haven't composed a single page;But when I cross the Rhine once more,I'll surely dash home through the doorAnd, lest he call me mean and petty,I'll finish off his four quartetti.'The concerto for Paris I'Il keep,'tis more fitting.I'll scribble it there some day when I'm shitting.Indeed I swear 'twould be far better funWith the Webers around the world to runThan to go with those bores, you know whom I mean,When I think of their faces, I get the spleen.But I suppose it must be and off we shall toddle,Though Weber's arse I prefer to Ramm's noddle.A slice of Weber's arse is a thing
I'd rather have than Monsieur Wendling.With our shitting God we cannot hurtAnd least of all if we bite the dirt.We are honest birds, all of a feather,We have summa summarum eight eyes together,Not counting those on which we sit.But now I really must rest a bitFrom rhyming. Yet this I must add,That on Monday I'Il have the honour, egad,To embrace you and kiss yours hands so fair.But first in my pants I'll shit, I swear.
Rumors that Salieri confessed to the murder - Salieri's two nurses attested that Salieri said no such thing.
Mozart had numerous obsessions: clocks, cats, shoe sizes, his wife's safety - he had an unnatural fear of letting her out of the house. There is evidence of him twitching, grimacing, tapping his feet together and behaving oddly. As Peter Shaffer noted in Amadeus, he loved diversions and was always the life and soul of the party; he enjoyed rhymes, silliness and playing with words; he liked jokes and sometimes went too far, in the way that Tourettes sufferers often do…James McConnel (Tourette’s condition)