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So yeah, history’s preeminent composers were quite different. Compare Beethoven’s letter, sent exactly 200 years ago today, to his ‘Immortal Beloved’ (full text at Letters of Note)...

You suffer, you, my dearest creature. Just now I perceive that letters must be posted first thing early. Mondays — Thursdays — the only days, when the post goes from here to K. You suffer — oh! Where I am, you are with me, with me and you, I shall arrange that I may live with you. What a life!

… to Mozart’s letter to his cousin, whom he fancied quite a lot but took a drastically different mack tack with (full text at Letters of Note):

I sit down again, start writing once more—I have barely written ten words when I hear the noise again—I rise—but as I rise, I can still hear something but very faint—it smells like something burning—wherever I go it stinks, when I look out the window, the smell goes away, when I turn my head back to the room, the smell comes back—finally My Mama says to me: I bet you let one go?—I don’t think so, Mama. yes, yes, I’m quite certain, I put it to the test, stick my finger in my ass, then put it to my nose, and—there is the proof! Mama was right!

So yeah, fart jokes.




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