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<\/p>\nWhen he wasn’t busy composing some of the most beautiful music ever to seduce the human ear, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart<\/a>\u00a0could often be found writing shockingly crude letters to his family. The fine example below (translated by Robert Spaethling) was penned to Mozart’s 19-year-old cousin and possible love interest, Marianne<\/a> \u2014 also known as “Betsie” (“little cousin”) \u2014 in November of 1777, at which point the poop-loving musical genius was 21 years of age. <\/p>\n If you’re easily offended, please<\/i> do not read any further.<\/p>\n Note: The term “spuni cuni fait” was used in many of Mozart’s letters. Its meaning is unknown.\u00a0 <\/p>\n (Source: Mozart’s Letters, Mozart’s Life<\/a>; Image: Mozart, via Wikipedia<\/a>.<\/i>)<\/p>\n Mannheim, 5 November, 1777<\/p>\n Dearest cozz buzz! <\/p>\n I have received reprieved your highly esteemed writing biting, and I have noted doted that my uncle garfuncle, my aunt slant, and you too, are all well mell. We, too, thank god, are in good fettle kettle. Today I got a letter setter from my Papa Haha safely into my paws claws. I hope you too have gotten rotten my note quote that I wrote to you from Mannheim. So much the better, better the much so! But now for some thing more sensuble. <\/p>\n So sorry to hear that Herr Abbate Salate has had another stroke choke. But I hope with the help of God fraud the consequences will not be dire mire. You are writing fighting that you keep your criminal promise which you gave me before my departure from Augspurg, and will do it soon moon. Well, I will most likely find that regretable. You write further, indeed you let it all out, you expose yourself, you indicate to me, you bring me the news, you announce onto me, you state in broad daylight, you demand, you desire, you wish you want, you like, you command that I, too, should send you my Portrait. Eh bien, I shall mail fail it for sure. Oui, by the love of my skin, I shit on your nose, so it runs down your chin. <\/p>\n aprop\u00f3s. do you also have the spuni cuni fait?\u2014what?\u2014whether you still love me?\u2014I believe it! so much the better, better the much so! Yes, that’s the way of the world, I’m told, one has the purse, the other has the gold; whom do you side with?\u2014with me, n’est-ce pas?\u2014I believe it! Now things are even worse, aprop\u00f3s.<\/p>\n Wouldn’t you like to visit Herr Gold-smith again?\u2014but what for?\u2014what?\u2014nothing!\u2014just to inquire, I guess, about the Spuni Cuni fait, nothing else, nothing else?\u2014well, well, all right. Long live all those who, who\u2014who\u2014who\u2014how does it go on?\u2014I now wish you a good night, shit in your bed with all your might, sleep with peace on your mind, and try to kiss your own behind; I now go off to never-never land and sleep as much as I can stand. Tomorrow we’ll speak freak sensubly with each other. Things I must you tell a lot of, believe it you hardly can, but hear tomorrow it already will you, be well in the meantime. Oh my ass burns like fire! what on earth is the meaning of this!\u2014maybe muck wants to come out? yes, yes, muck, I know you, see you, taste you\u2014and\u2014what’s this\u2014is it possible? Ye Gods!\u2014Oh ear of mine, are you deceiving me?\u2014No, it’s true\u2014what a long and melancholic sound!\u2014today is the write I fifth this letter. Yesterday I talked with the stern Frau Churfustin, and tomorrow, on the 6th, I will give a performance in her chambers, as the Furstin-Chur said to me herself. Now for something real sensuble! <\/p>\n A letter or letters addressed to me will come into your hands, and I must beg of you\u2014where?\u2014well a fox is no hare\u2014yes there!\u2014Now, where was I?\u2014oh yes, now, I remember: letters, letters will come\u2014but what kind of letters?\u2014well now, letters for me, of course, I want to make sure that you send these to me; I will let you know where I’ll be going from Mannheim. Now, Numero 2: I’m asking you, why not?\u2014I’m asking you, dearest numbskull, why not?\u2014if you are writing anyway to Madame Tavernier in Munich, please include regards from me to the Mademoiselles Freysinger, why not?\u2014Curious! why not?\u2014and to the Younger, I mean Frauline Josepha, tell her I’ll send my sincere apologies, why not?\u2014why should I not apologize?\u2014Curious!\u2014I don’t know why not?\u2014I want to apologize that I haven’t yet sent her the sonata that I promised, but I will send it as soon as possible, why not?\u2014what\u2014why not?\u2014why shouldn’t I send it?\u2014why should I not transmit it?\u2014why not?\u2014Curious! I wouldn’t know why not?\u2014well, then you’ll do me this favor;\u2014why not?\u2014why shouldn’t you do this for me?\u2014why not?, it’s so strange! After all, I’ll do it to you too, if you want me to, why not?\u2014why shouldn’t I do it to you?\u2014curious! why not?\u2014I wouldn’t know why not?\u2014and don’t forget to send my Regards to the Papa and Mama of the 2 young ladies, for it is terrible to be letting and forgetting one’s father and mother. Later, when the sonata is finished,\u2014I will send you the same, and a letter to boot; and you will be so kind as to forward the same to Munich. <\/p>\n And now I must close and that makes me morose. Dear Herr Uncle, shall we go quickly to the Holy Cross Covent and see whether anybody is still up?\u2014we won’t stay long, just ring the bell, that’s all. Now I must relate to you a sad story that happened just this minute. As I am in the middle of my best writing, I hear a noise in the street. I stop writing\u2014get up, go to the window\u2014and\u2014the noise is gone\u2014I sit down again, start writing once more\u2014I have barely written ten words when I hear the noise again\u2014I rise\u2014but as I rise, I can still hear something but very faint\u2014it smells like something burning\u2014wherever I go it stinks, when I look out the window, the smell goes away, when I turn my head back to the room, the smell comes back\u2014finally My Mama says to me: I bet you let one go?\u2014I don’t think so, Mama. yes, yes, I’m quite certain, I put it to the test, stick my finger in my ass, then put it to my nose, and\u2014there is the proof! Mama was right! <\/p>\n Now farwell, I kiss you 10000 times and I remain as always your <\/p>\n Old young Sauschwanz<\/p>\n Wolfgang Amad\u00e9 Rosenkranz <\/p>\n From us two Travelers a thousand <\/p>\n Regards to my uncle and aunt. <\/p>\n To every good friend I send <\/p>\n My greet feet; addio nitwit. <\/p>\n Love true true true until the grave, <\/p>\n If I live that long and do behave.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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