And this is where memory’s
gears begin spinning, and here
is how what we call the miracle
of the madeleine comes about:
suddenly you say to yourself that
you are perhaps the last human
being to remember the music of
Vittorio Rieti, and that here you
have the chance to let it be heard
by other ears… A modest miracle
in truth, but no less legitimate in
the larger order of things than the
trace of a caveman’s hand or a
Czar’s bone (« God is in the details »
says the Kabbala)… At the end of
the first act, Kid Jackson’s pendulum
clock, bought by the producer
-the genial Dalio- sets to ringing:
« A clock that had not chimed for
a hundred years » said Jouvet. Here,
beneath your cursor, listen to an air
that hasn’t been heard for sixty years…
A ce moment éclate du dehors le choeur joyeux des
pirates
Nargue la mer, nargue le sort,
Nargue la fille et la tempête,
Sache que la potence est prête,
L’espoir est puni de mort.
Silence.