My Recollections. Jules 1842-1912 Massenet
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Jules Massenet
My Recollections
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066158859
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE
CHAPTER III THE GRAND PRIX DE ROME
CHAPTER VII MY RETURN TO PARIS
CHAPTER VIII MY DÉBUT AT THE THEATER
CHAPTER IX THE DAYS AFTER THE WAR
CHAPTER XI MY DÉBUT AT THE OPERA
CHAPTER XII THE THEATERS IN ITALY
CHAPTER XIII THE CONSERVATOIRE AND THE INSTITUTE
CHAPTER XIV A FIRST PERFORMANCE AT BRUSSELS
CHAPTER XV THE ABBE PREVOST AT THE OPÉRA-COMIQUE
CHAPTER XVI FIVE COLLABORATORS
CHAPTER XVII A JOURNEY TO GERMANY
CHAPTER XX MILAN—LONDON—BAYREUTH
CHAPTER XXI A VISIT TO VERDI FAREWELL TO AMBROISE THOMAS
CHAPTER XXII WORK! ALWAYS WORK!
CHAPTER XXIII IN THE MIDST OF THE MIDDLE AGES
CHAPTER XXIV FROM CHÉRUBIN TO THÉRÈSE
CHAPTER XXVI FROM ARIANE TO DON QUICHOTTE
CHAPTER XXIX THOUGHTS AFTER DEATH
FOREWORD
I have been often asked whether I put together the recollections of my life from notes jotted down from day to day. To tell the truth I did, and this is how I began the habit of doing so regularly.
My mother—a model wife and mother, who taught me the difference between right and wrong—said to me on my tenth birthday:
"Here is a diary." (It was one of those long-shaped diaries which one found in those days at the little Bon Marché, not the immense enterprise we know now.) "And," she added, "every night before you go to bed, you must write down on the pages of this memento what you have seen, said, or done during the day. If you have said or done anything which you realize is wrong, you must confess it in writing in these pages. Perhaps it will make you hesitate to do wrong during the day."
How characteristic of an unusual woman, a woman of upright mind and honest heart this idea was! By placing the matter of conscience among the first of her son's duties, she made Conscience the very basis of her methods of teaching.
Once when I was alone, in search of some distraction I amused myself by foraging in the cupboards where I found some squares of chocolate. I broke off a square and munched it. I have said somewhere that I am greedy. I don't deny it. Here's another proof.
When evening came and I had to write the account of my day, I admit that I hesitated a moment about mentioning that delicious square of chocolate. But my conscience put to the test in this way conquered, and I bravely recorded my dereliction in the diary.
The thought that my mother would read about my misdeed made me rather shamefaced. She came in at that very moment and saw my confusion; but directly she knew the cause she clasped me in her arms and said:
"You have acted like an honest man and I forgive you. All the same that is no reason why you should ever again eat chocolate on the sly!"
Later on, when I munched other and better chocolate, I always obtained permission.
Thus it came about that from day to day I have always made notes of my recollections be they good or bad, gay or sad, happy or not, and kept them so that I might have them constantly in mind.
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