I will tell you this Rosalina, not as a taunt or a threat but as an evocation of joy.

From Werner Herzog’s letter to Rosalina, the woman he employs to keep his house:  “Music is futile and malicious. So please, if you require entertainment while organizing the recycling, refrain from the ‘pop radio’ I was affronted by recently. May I recommend the recitation of some sharp verse. Perhaps by Goethe. Or Schiller. Or Shel Silverstein at a push.”