Immortal Beloved Page #2

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On my word of honor, Contessa.

There is substance to the rumors.

I was the great love of Luigi's life.

I first heard the name

Beethoven when I was 17.

I had heard that his music

aroused such passion as to be dangerous.

Some thought it obscene

and unsuitable for the young.

I wrote to my cousins,

Theresa and Josephine.

They lived in Vienna,

the great music capital of the world.

Surely they would know more.

Indeed they did.

They knew him intimately.

More intimately than

they admitted at the time.

Most nights I dreamt of him.

And then,

Father was posted to Vienna.

We were invited to Prince Lichnowsky's

palace for a musical evening.

Beethoven was going to be there.

I knew he must be so noble...

so refined in feeling,

so cultured.

I could hardly wait.

I was going to hear him play.

That music affected me like

none I had ever heard before.

And as for Beethoven...

I was soon overcome.

I feared I might faint.

Hello.

Oh. I didn't see you.

I have to go back.

Oh, you are leaving me

to listen to that ass...

who plays like a kitchen maid,

all clipped and staccato.

This music is beautiful.

I was told that the Viennese

had superior taste.

Clearly in your case,

it is not true.

You must be Julia Guicciardi.

I hear there's quite a contest

for your charms.

Sir, you're rude and offensive.

I'm leaving.

- Do you play the piano?

- What?

I intend to be your teacher.

I shall call for you

tomorrow at 10:
00.

You shall be barred from the house.

I could not believe the outrage.

This ugly man, surely a servant,

had called at the front door.

I have an appointment.

She has a piano.

A gentleman is here to see you.

He says he's your new music teacher.

Father, there has been a mistake.

This man is a common oat.

He accosted me last night.

Send him away at once.

I will not! It would be a shame

on our household.

Sir?

May i present Ludwig van Beethoven?

So you must attend my next recital.

I heard you last week.

I remember.

The music was beautiful.

Surely not that bad.

I found the playing exquisite.

It's that damned Beethoven

I can't stand.

People only claim to admire his stuff

so as not to seem ignorant.

My dear husband, don't confirm

your stupidity in front of the guests.

We all speak frankly here.

Tell us your opinion.

Heavens, no.

I was not looking for flattery.

It was too clipped and staccato.

There was not enough singing tone.

Julia, as you can see, is being taught

by the maestro himself.

What?

He comes every day to the house.

Every day?

Is that wise?

Why do you say that?

He's a harsh teacher.

He's a scoundrel

and a republican.

It is even said that he is

a follower of Napoleon.

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