For all who watched Moby Dick on television or who are watching it now on pbs.org, isn't it wonderful? When ever did anything so wrap you in its arms? I am not articulate enough to tell its horrible overwhelming beauty. It is a work of deep love which flows out from all who are involved. Who could be more mad than Jay Hunter Morris, or who more lyrical than Stephen Costello? In the new world of opera and electronics you can write about the experience while you are experiencing it. The twitter postings are fun: see #whalewatch.
Flying Dutchman and Moby Dick on successive nights. Have we had enough of the ocean yet?