So rose the dreadful ghost from his next and blackest opera. There, on the stage, stood...

Antonio Salieri: [to Father Vogel] So rose the dreadful ghost from his next and blackest opera. There, on the stage, stood the figure of a dead commander. And I knew, only I understood that the horrifying aparition was Leopold, raised from the dead! Wolfgang had actually summoned up his own father to accuse his son before all the world! It was terrifying and wonderful to watch. And now the madness began in me. The madness of the man splitting in half. Through my influence, I saw to it Don Giovanni was played only five times in Vienna. But in secret, I went to every one of those five, worshipping sounds I alone seem to hear. And hour after hour, as I stood there, understanding how that bitter old man was still possessing his poor son even from beyond the grave. I began to see a way, a terrible way, I could finally triumph over God.

There on the stage, stood the figure of a dead commander. I knew... ...only I understood... ...that the horrifying apparition was Leopold... ...raised from the dead! Wolfgang had actually summoned up his own father... ...to accuse his son before all the world! It was... ...terrifying and wonderful to watch. And now... ...the madness began in me. The madness of a man splitting in half. Through my influence, I saw to it... ...Don Giovanni was played only five times in Vienna. But, in secret, I went to every one of those five. Worshiping sound I alone seemed to hear.