Dadadum-dadadadumm; dadadum-dadadadumm: the leaves fall in the dying autumn breeze almost as if plucked out of the sky by the music, the lady walks the cemetery road contemptuously passing Holly Martins (the Canadian!) who (poor fool!!) still wanders out of his depth, the failed cowboy hero, the reluctant Judas....and in the wind hovers the ghost of the third man who always walks beside them, down the road of this twisted Emmaus -- Vienna seethes with post-war decadence; and in the far distance the Prater Ferris Wheel, symbol of fate, turns! dadadadadumdadadadummmdumdum!! (sorry, got carried away there)
Yours, Peter T.