Vienna 3 / Narrative 3
Compromise (Jakob)

Art is eagle-eyed, yes, Bettina, but also wingèd. You say so yourself. But it cannot soar if we home like pigeons always to Mozart. Who himself was never still, I can assure you. Don’t I conduct him often at the Oper? We artists are always on the wing. Even the startling flight of Franz’s temple is a fledgling’s flutter within our endless journeying—toward what we know not.