As far as the question I had come to the theatre to decide was
concerned, my mind was fully made up, as surely as on the question of
the merits of my lady acquaintance’s novel when she read me the scene
between the loose-haired maiden in the white dress and the hero with two
white dogs and a hat with a feather _à la Guillaume Tell_.
From an author who could compose such spurious scenes, outraging all
æsthetic feeling, as those which I had witnessed, there was nothing to
be hoped; it may safely be decided that all that such an author can
write will be bad, because he evidently does not know what a true work
of art is. I wished to leave, but the friends I was with asked me to
remain, declaring that one could not form an opinion by that one act,
and that the second would be better. So I stopped for the second act.
Act II., night. Afterwards dawn. In general the whole piece is crammed
with lights, clouds, moonlight, darkness, magic fires, thunder, etc.
The scene represents a wood, and in the wood there is a cave. At the
entrance of the cave sits a third actor in tights, representing another
gnome. It dawns. Enter the god Wotan, again with a spear, and again in
the guise of a wanderer. Again his sounds, together with fresh sounds of
the deepest bass that can be produced. These latter indicate that the
dragon is speaking. Wotan awakens the dragon. The same bass sounds are
repeated, growing yet deeper and deeper. First the dragon says, “I want
to sleep,” but afterwards he crawls out of the cave. The dragon is
represented by two men; it is dressed in a green, scaly skin, waves a
tail at one end, while at the other it opens a kind of crocodile’s jaw
that is fastened on, and from which flames appear. The dragon (who is
meant to be dreadful, and may appear so to five-year-old children)
speaks some words in a terribly bass voice. This is all so stupid, so
like what is done in a booth at a fair, that it is surprising that
people over seven years of age can witness it seriously; yet thousands
of quasi-cultured people sit and attentively hear and see it, and are
delighted.
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