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So ok i was just watching this bit of the opera again, and it occurred to me Octavian’s gaze may be weighted with something altogether different; there’s a kind of desperation there. He almost looks like he’s slightly horrified as to what he’s gotten himself into, and extremely lost. And in being lost, he turns to his one safe harbour, the Marschallin, who doesn’t say anything, only seems to smile at him sadly as though to say “yes, this is what the real world is like”.
And i can’t help but think - how much of their affair was the Marschallin trying to protect Octavian from the vagaries of lower Viennese society? How much had she wanted to keep his innocence? To me, that’s something precious to the Marschallin, she who is jaded with the whole world.
Part of me thinks that she helps Octavian court Sophie after the opera ends, simply because she thinks that by doing so Sophie will have the kind of genuine romantic bliss she never got when the Feldmarschal courted her. She recognises that Octavian does genuinely have feelings for Sophie, and encourages Octavian to try and keep them going, and is basically his conscience until she dies; he never cheats on Sophie, because the Marschallin is there to remind him of the pain that can wreak on so many people - not just Sophie, but him, when she cheats in revenge, and the people they have respective affairs with.
Oh, i don’t know. Is this me just reading too much into things again? I feel like it’s been a while since i last spent some time really looking at this deeply. The third act bears revisiting a lot, with all the small nuances that i might have missed when i watched it before…
Ach. Ignore me, i’d be happy to ramble endlessly about this opera if i could haha.
And I agree with you on this. It’s something I’ve always considered. I definitely think the Marschallin is his safe harbor and I do think that he’s a bit afraid. This character and this opera and this relationship — they’re all SO complex and I love it so much.
Once upon a midnight DEAL WITH IT.
I give a fuck, nevermore.
merely a bro, nothing more.
#suddenly there came a swagging as of someone gangsta rapping #rapping at my chamber door
Quoth the raven, “Swag galore”