Perdonami Padre.
Venice, January 4th, 1725.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...
“What are you writing, maestro, another concerto?”
“My confession.”
“Will you need more paper?”
“Not yet.”
It has been…a year since my last…my las…conffffesssio… On…on this very day last year, I swore I would ggggive her up…. but, the fffflesh is weak… and her beauty so bewitching…
“Mmmmm, maestro.”
“Damn it!”
“Oh, mmmm… ”
“Get up off your knees and get ready for rehearsal!”
