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I had pretty much avoided this for so many years, probably because I came across one short piece which made Mozart out to be a totally childish buffoon. My Mozart could never have been so buffoonish, could he? On reading it, however, I realized how much this is really about Salieri, his envy, and his response to seeing his importance being slowly destroyed by the up and coming maestro. Excellent play!