When I was attending it not long ago, here in my home town, the fair companion at my side said that one scene looked like a painting by Sorolla y Bastida, the Spaniard.

It is the episode where the Rose sends back her servant to inquire the hero's name.

As a matter of fact there were Sorollas and Zuloagas all through the piece.

The betrothal reception with flying confetti was a satisfying piece of Spanish splendor.

It was space music indeed, space measured without sound.