(Sorry, I don't know how to put the cedilla under the "c" in "ca".)
Before I went to Houston I read The Letters of Claudio Monteverdi (Denis Stevens, ed., Clarendon Press Oxford), seeking all kinds of historical insight and musical and theatrical instruction. Most of the letters, however, are attempts to pry some promised money out of his his patrons, to get a better and more secure position, to protect his children from the authorities (the Inquisition) and start them on their careers, or complaints about his poor health and the quality of the works his patrons want him to set.
. . . c'est plus la meme chose. . . .
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