Oh my, what a list to choose from! One Puccini, one Verdi, one Mozart, one Wagner...a little something for everybody. It can't have been easy to pick just one. I'm glad it turned out to be the right one. One more word about Turandot. Did you read this comment in the NYTimes review?

"Speaking of those 'three prattlers who have escaped from a perverted dream of Gilbert and Sullivan,' as one critic put it in 1926, it was impossible to watch this Turandot without thinking about the continuing debate about race in The Mikado, or indeed the Metís correct decision to cease using blackface in Verdiís Otello. Turandot, and Mr. Zeffirelliís Turandot in particular, is as forthright in its Orientalism as it is discomforting in its representation of rape. Unlike The Mikado, it cannot plausibly be seen as satire. Is it right, today, to show Turandot so unquestioningly, and so unashamedly? And in a genre in which so many insist on focusing so strongly on works from a distant past, where do we draw the line of taste and tolerance?"