jazzy_dave | Sunday Sonorities (Reply)

I was expecting it to be a sunny day but the weather turned very chilly and rain-soaked during the morning. The afternoon was dryer with the occasional flash of sunshine. I had a muzzy head for most of the morning but after a shower, I felt much better, and a few coffees later much better. However, my sense of mordant humour saw the funny side of a day of bleakness being that is Halloween. So, after reading a creepy short story from my collection of Edgar Allen Poe, and after playing the theme tune to Wes Craven's Nightmare on Elm Street, I listened to a CD I found cheap in a charity store but did not get round to listening to the set until now. The CD in question is Puccini's opera "Turandot", his last one before the throat cancer finally lowered the curtain of life at the age of 65. He was a chain smoker of Toscano Cigars. He never completed his opera Turandot but in my opinion, it is his best and darkest of all his operas.

Last night I finished watching the seventh season of Endeavour. Morse fell in love with this Italian woman in Venice during his vacation there and did not realize that she was the wife of a friend who was at college with him in Oxford. As the episodes unfold we begin to find out that this colleague finds out about the affair, and confronts Morse. Later on, we discover that all these so-called accidents over a long period were perpetrated by this friend and the wife to obtain insurance money by fraudulent means. In the final episode, Morse is back in Venice and confronts the colleague and the wife and tragedy happens - the wife is killed as she saves Morse from the husband's bullet and we find that our protagonist is distraught. Like an opera, the tragedy has come to its ultimate denouement - the fraudster is shot by Morse's superior. Fini. The end.