| 4a 1964 ALMA, YOU HAVE NOT LIVED!> 
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 December 11th, 1964. The day of Alma's death. Alma meets 
                    her former husband, Walter Gropius, and doesn't recognise 
                    him after many years of separation. Alma is 85, half blind 
                    as a result of her diabetes, and almost deaf. U.S. ALMA   Will 
                    you help me, young man, will you, please, help me? Can you 
                    assist me in finding my way out of this place? I want to get 
                    to Vienna, you know, but the nurse refuses to let me go. Could 
                    you perhaps take me there? GROPIUS   Vienna? 
                    Why Vienna of all places? What would you like to do there? U.S. ALMA   I 
                    want to find eternal peace near my beautiful and dearly beloved 
                    daughter Manon. She's lying there, in Grinzing cemetery in 
                    Vienna. And I'd also like to go to Mahler's grave, once I 
                    am there. They wanted to bury me there too, beside Mahler, 
                    my first husband, and then in California, near Franz, my last 
                    husband. But I've had enough of my husbands. I couldn't stand 
                    their smell when they were still alive, so just imagine what 
                    it must be like now that they're dead. No, no, I want to find 
                    my eternal peace near my beautiful and dearly beloved daughter, 
                    Manon. She's the only one of all my children who resembled 
                    me. No wonder. Two young Aryan gods found one another, and 
                    she was the fruit of that ecstasy. She's lying there, in the 
                    cemetery at Grinzing. »A la recherche du temps perdu«! 
                    I'd like to look down on the city that once lay at my feet! 
                    Werfel was always the worst when it came to stinking. No, 
                    Zemlinsky was even worse. Always unwashed, smelling like a 
                    coffee-house, half smoke, half sweat. But what a character, 
                    a great character! Undoubtedly a genius!  A nurse (Alma 1) joins them. NURSE   And 
                    Gustav Mahler? U.S. ALMA   Gustav 
                    Mahler? My first husband? You know him? He stank too. And 
                    how! You must know his name? He's become very famous in the 
                    last few years. Very famous! An American conductor, a certain 
                    Leonard Bernstein, another Jew, of course, made his music 
                    very popular.  NURSE   Leonard 
                    Bernstein, the composer of West Side Story? U.S. ALMA   Yes! 
                    Yes! He made Mahler's music popular. Very popular! Very popular! 
                    They play his symphonies almost as often as they play Beethoven. 
                    It's unbelievable what a revival he is going through. You 
                    can't go to a concert these days without hearing a symphony 
                    by Gostamalah. He's become a 20th century genius. The prophet 
                    of modernism. And his reputation grows every day day, every 
                    hour. The Adagio from his Fifth Symphony was the only thing 
                    that made Visconti's »Death in Venice« reasonably 
                    bearable. The nurse accompanies U.S. Alma until they suddenly hear 
                    music. They arrive at a room in which Gustav Mahler and Bruno 
                    Walter(Almaniac) are at the "Announcement of Marriage". 
                   U.S. ALMA   Hello! 
                    Is anybody around? - Who's there? What's all that noise ? ALMANIAC   It's 
                    music. U.S. ALMA   What?! 
                    What did you say? Can you speak up? I can't hear you! - Who 
                    are you looking for? ALMANIAC   Nobody... U.S. ALMA   What 
                    nonsense , you silly little man? - Turn on the light. ALMANIAC   The 
                    light is on. U.S. ALMA   What? NURSE   The 
                    light is on!! U.S. ALMA   Don't 
                    shout. I'm not deaf! I just can't see, that's all. ALMANIAC   Maybe 
                    there's something wrong with your eyes. U.S. ALMA   With 
                    what? NURSE   With 
                    your eyes! Your eyes! U.S. ALMA   Ah! 
                    My eyes! Yes! My eyes... Of course! They used to call me »The 
                    blue-eyed siren !«  MAHLER   »The 
                    blue-eyed siren «? Wait a minute... U.S. ALMA   My 
                    eyes aren't what they used to be any more. They say I've got 
                    diabetes, but that's rubbish. I can't have diabetes. That's 
                    a Jewish disease, and in spite of all those sour little Jews 
                    who clung to me all my life like flies to a pot of honey, 
                    Jewishness is still not contagious, thank God! (sings to the 
                    strains of Falling in Love Again from The 
                    Blue Angel:) »Jews flock to me like moths flock 
                    to a light, and if they get burned, it is not my fault.« 
                     MAHLER   Wait 
                    a minute! I know this! U.S. ALMA   That's 
                    a song, too, which I could have written. If I'd been allowed 
                    to
! MAHLER   Alma? U.S. ALMA   Yes? NURSE   Yes? MAHLER   My 
                    God! Is that you? The nurse (Alma 1) puts down her doctor's gown and stethoscope 
                    and leaves the room to "Dead Friends", together 
                    with the Almaniac (Bruno Walter). U.S. ALMA   Eh? 
                    What are you grumbling about there in the dark? If you want 
                    me to hear you, speak up ! My hearing was never too sharp, 
                    but in the last few years it's really become awful.  MAHLER   Alma? U.S. ALMA   Eh? MAHLER   My 
                    God! Is that you? U.S. ALMA   Young 
                    man, you can't talk to me like that! MAHLER   Alma, 
                    my God, look at me. U.S. ALMA   I 
                    told you: I can't see anything. MAHLER   Don't 
                    you remember my voice?  U.S. ALMA   Your 
                    what?  MAHLER   Oh 
                    God, oh Time! The Devil's trickster. What ugly jokes you play 
                    on us, poor mortals. To see this skin which was once smoother 
                    than the finest silk, now tattered like a worn-out rag, hanging 
                    loose from that arrogant, haughty chin...  U.S. ALMA   Who 
                    is the author of this nice poem, young man? MAHLER   »Young 
                    man«
 - What an irony of fate! You were only 32 
                    and I was already 52 the day I died, and now you call me a 
                    young man! Was it a joke, all the suffering, all our life, 
                    nothing but a silly joke?  U.S. ALMA   Eh? 
                    What are you mumbling about ? I can hardly hear you. MAHLER   I 
                    am Gustav.  U.S. ALMA   Who 
                    are you? MAHLER   Gustav! 
                    I am Gustav!  U.S. ALMA   You're 
                    Gustav? What a coincidence! My first husband was called Gustav 
                    too. MAHLER   Almschili! 
                    I am Gustav, your first husband. U.S. ALMA   Gustav 
                    the first... MAHLER   Your 
                    first husband, Gustav! U.S. ALMA   Are 
                    you out of your mind? MAHLER   Alma! 
                    - Almschi! - Almschili!  U.S. ALMA   Sit 
                    down. Sit down. Stop babbling, will you?! - Let me touch you. 
                    Give me your hand. I don't understand. Show me. Show me. These 
                    hands, these wonderful hands. May I examine them? These sinewy 
                    fingers, the flat tips, the prominent nails. Yes. Yes. Yes. 
                    It's him! It's him! It's him! It's him! Oh God! MAHLER   Oh 
                    Alma! U.S. ALMA   It's 
                    simply beyond belief! That smell! I'll never forget it. - 
                    Are you still avoiding perfume? MAHLER   You 
                    know I hate perfume. U.S. ALMA   But 
                    still: you smell better than when you were alive! That's a 
                    nice surprise. So long after your death! That's pretty unusual, 
                    isn't it? It's been fifty-three years since the day you died. 
                    So many things have happened in our world since then!  MAHLER   So 
                    they are playing my symphonies! U.S. ALMA   More 
                    than ever.  MAHLER   And 
                    the critics? U.S. ALMA   What 
                    critics?  MAHLER   My 
                    critics, of course! August Beer, for instance. U.S. ALMA   August 
                    who? MAHLER   Beer. 
                    - The one who claimed that my technical abilities hindered 
                    rather than assisted me when it came to composing... That 
                    I'm staggering with virtuosity... That all that's good in 
                    my work has been borrowed from Richard Wagner and Berlioz... 
                    The famous critic, August Beer, you must remember him
! U.S. ALMA   Are 
                    you sure that such a person ever existed?  MAHLER   Of 
                    course! He was one of my bitterest enemies! U.S. ALMA   No 
                    one remembers him any more.  MAHLER   Or 
                    that other guy, what's his name
 that dreadfully arrogant 
                    pig. He was feared in New York. »The drooling and emasculated 
                    simplicity of Gustav Mahler! It is not fair to take up the 
                    reader's time with a detailed description of that musical 
                    monstrosity which masquerades under the title of Mahler's 
                    Fourth Symphony. There is nothing in the design, content or 
                    execution of the work to impress the musician, except its 
                    grotesqueness. To the writer of the present review it was 
                    an hour or more of the most painful torture he has been compelled 
                    to endure.« Surely you can't have forgotten that, Alma! 
                    Remember how angry you were back then!  U.S. ALMA   I 
                    was never angry in New York. I was only angry in California. MAHLER   What 
                    was the name of that guy...? Kevin I think, Kevin Rich... 
                    Or Kevin Glove. What's become of him?  U.S. ALMA   I 
                    don't remember such a name.  MAHLER   He 
                    was the star critic of the New York Musical Courier. U.S. ALMA   I 
                    don't think the paper exists any more either. MAHLER   Do 
                    you remember that other funny guy, the critic from the Boston 
                    Daily Advertiser, what's his name, Carlson or Elison or something, 
                    who wrote a review in the form of a satirical poem after listening 
                    to my 5th Symphony? »Great praise the big brass tubas 
                    won, and kettle-drums, I ween. Why, 'twas an ugly thing, said 
                    little Wilhelmine. Nay, that you must not say, quoth he, it 
                    is a famous symphony!» Why does one always have to tolerate 
                    being pissed on? Am I a lamp-post? - Elson, that's him! Now 
                    I remember: Louis Elson. U.S. ALMA   You 
                    are certainly the only one in the entire universe to remember 
                    that idiot. nowadays nobody cares about the whole bunch of 
                    them. MAHLER   I 
                    do. It's my life! My life!! U.S. ALMA   Forget 
                    them, and they'll be deleted from the memory of mankind! MAHLER   They 
                    tried to kill me!! U.S. ALMA   They 
                    are dead and forgotten! All your enemies turned to dust, and 
                    you are alive, Gustav. You're alive and kicking. In the last 
                    ten years your fame has grown from day to day! You have become 
                    the most famous modern composer! You have become a 20th century 
                    genius. A prophet of modernism! And your reputation grows 
                    every day, every hour. The Adagio from your 5th Symphony was 
                    the only thing that made Visconti's »Death in Venice« 
                    reasonably bearable. MAHLER   Alma, 
                    I'm so happy to hear that my music has been recognised. I'm 
                    truly delighted to have become so famous and successful. But 
                    did all this finally make you love me? Silence.
 U.S. ALMA   Is 
                    that all that matters to you now, fifty-three years after 
                    your death? MAHLER   Almschili, 
                    though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and I 
                    have no love, I am become a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. 
                    And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all 
                    mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all truth 
                    so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am 
                    nothing. U.S. ALMA   Why 
                    do you say this to me? MAHLER   Almschili, 
                    don't you know that love never faileth, and what faileth is 
                    not love? But whether there be prophecies, they shall fail. 
                    Whether there be tongues they shall cease; whether there be 
                    knowledge, it shall vanish away. - When I was a child, I spoke 
                    as child, I understood as a child, I thought like a child. 
                    But when I became a man I put away childish things: For now 
                    we see through a glass, darkly: but then face to face. Now 
                    I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 
                    And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three: but the greatest 
                    of these is love. U.S. ALMA   Good 
                    God, why do you keep telling me all this? MAHLER   Alma, 
                    you have lived a whole life, you always stood in the front 
                    line, you have experienced everything that life can offer, 
                    you have been loved by the most passionate men - and all you 
                    did was let them love you. Alma, you haven't lived.  U.S. ALMA   Wait 
                    a minute! Where are you going? MAHLER   I'm 
                    going to write my 10th Symphony. |