I am attempting to write an essay on Wagner's Tristan und Isolde, for a history assessment, in the time it takes to listen to the complete opera. It has been the most turbulent and tumultuous essay-writing experience I have ever had, no doubt due the accompaniment, but also due to the thousands of words worth of other assignments written in previous days, and to be written in days still to come.
The end of this semester cannot come quickly enough, though while we all tear out hair out and nurse our performative limbs through this final bout of assessments, we can still bask in the brilliance of Böhm's rendition of this operatic masterpiece.
