Leave Crete, and come to me

(Venice 1957)

"My dear Maria,

You have only been gone from me for just a few hours, and already my heart is heavy. Venice is so empty without you my darling, as is my soul which longs for your presence. I look out over the city this evening and the twinkling lights seem to mock me, whispering how our magical time together here has come to an end. But I console myself with the thought that we will always have Venice. Do you feel the same way my darling? Please tell me that you do. I comfort myself in my loneliness and longing in remembering your triumphs this week, indeed, the memory of when you walked out on to the stage and looked into the audience directly at me, as if to secretly signal to me that you esteemed me above all others, will ensure that no matter when and how I die, a part of me will always die happy cherishing that moment. Oh, Maria, if only you could be here now. The memories of the ball when you entered in your emerald gown and I worshipped at your feet as if I were supplicant to your Aphrodite, the meal we shared the day after, and our time spent on the lagoon after escaping the clutches of the frenzied crowd, shall forever be our moments. Just ours. Not Carlotta's. Not Mr. Onassis's. Not anyone else's. Ours. Ours alone. Do write back and say that the romance of "Callas Week" will always be treasured by you, as it is by me. I do so long to hear from you!

My heart, my soul forever yours
Elsa Maxwell"  

(Sirmione, 1957)

"Elsa, thank you for your kind letter. Venice was indeed a wonderful experience. However, due to my commitments, my time is precious, and I have much to attend to. I will be in contact when my schedule permits. 
Fondly, Maria"

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