Mozart
An old Scotchman at Boulogne was holding forth on the beauties of Mozart, which he exemplified by singing thus:
I maliciously assented, but said it was strange how strongly that air always reminded me of “Voi che sapete.”
An old Scotchman at Boulogne was holding forth on the beauties of Mozart, which he exemplified by singing thus:
I maliciously assented, but said it was strange how strongly that air always reminded me of “Voi che sapete.”