Epilogue: Constanze

People often speak of my husband as if he were a comet - brilliant, blazing, and gone too soon. What is mentioned less often is the person left behind, watching…

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33 – 1789 Sight-reading Bach

Life in Vienna remained bruised by the war, and my financial situation showed little inclination to improve. My income continued to shrink while my debts stubbornly persisted. It became clear…

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29 – 1785 Admiring a Master

Growing up as a prodigy always sounded glamorous to others. In practice, it was less enchanting. People either regarded me as a trained parrot or overwhelmed me with praise thicker…

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