For a long time, I have gone to bed early. Even in mid-summer, I am usually under the duvet by ten or ten-thirty. I read for a while, quickly losing interest, then reach for the light switch, drifting off (so I am told) just minutes later.
Verdi’s Falstaff at the Met delivers the lulz
Is Falstaff a casual, end of career “farewell tour” simply to prove the critics who claimed Verdi could not write comedy wrong? Far from it.