We are quite well, thank God! I have been eating quantities of fine
pears, peaches, and melons in your place. My greatest amusement is to
talk by signs to the dumb, which I can do to perfection. Herr Hasse [the
celebrated opera composer] arrived here yesterday, and to-day we are
going to pay him a visit. We only received the book of the Serenata
last Thursday. [Footnote: It was "Ascanio in Alba" that Wolfgang got to
compose for Milan; and it was this music which made Hasse exclaim, "This
boy will cause us all to be forgotten."] I have very little to write
about. Do not, I entreat, forget about THE ONE OTHER, where no other can
ever be. You understand me, I know.
35.
Milan, Sept. 13, 1771.