Many thanks for this "pointer", Stanley. It was a good play.
I also recall the magnetism of their work in Marguerite and Armand, directed by Frederick Ashton. She was heartbreaking as Marguerite Gautier, based on the Dumas novel, the beautiful but fatally consumptive courtesan who renounces her aristocratic lover to preserve his reputation. I seem to recall that the Liszt Sonata in B Minor was orchestrated by Humphrey Searle for the ballet and you are probably familiar with this work.
I found some more information about this production on the website of the Rudolf Nureyev Foundation:
http://www.nureyev.org/ballets/marguerite-and-armand-liszt-ashton-rudolf-nureyevBerlioz asks whether love or music can lift man to the sublimest heights. 'Love' he concludes 'cannot give an idea of music; music can give an idea of love. But why separate them? They are two wings of one soul.'
What a beautiful quotation, Stanley! Where did you find it? Somewhere in his letters? I seem to recall that they also have been translated into Dutch.
Philip Larkin's poem, 'This Be The Verse' with its explosive opening to the closing:
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Thank you also for this one! The wisest thing I've read in ages.
A satisfying play set during an incongruous British Council sponsored tour of Sadler's Wells Ballet, in The Netherlands, during the phoney war - at least in the UK - in 1940. A bit unsettling to remember the nightly air raids by the Luftwaffe which came to us later. As an adolescent, I recall the sudden opening of bedroom doors; anxious voices urging me to get dressed, alongside the lugubrious wailing of the air raid sirens, warning us of an imminent raid. The play got this right. Indeed, the anxiety of the adults was more stress inducing than the outside noise of anti-aircraft, ack-ack retaliation. An exploding bomb is more terryifying on a nearby house than cinema or TV can ever portray. Watches were an unknown quantity for youngsters and I used to irritate my parents by frequently asking the time. The ruse was simple. If an air raid ended before midnight, school assembly was at 10.00 hrs but, if it extended beyond this, we didn't have to attend until the afternoon.
Many thanks for this story, Stanley. I guess you already know that the German soldiers who attacked the Netherlands were being trained on Russian soil by the Red Army. I'll never trust a communist, "enlightened marxist", neo-marxist or any "progressive" anti-globalist for the rest of my life. Freedom, after all, is the greatest thing.