U mad? U mad?

I found myself engrossed in the comments of bitchy queens and backseat directors.

How monarchic was my sprezzatura! How monarchic was my sprezzatura!

“Yet the evening’s first words, heard in the set-piece Ombra ma fui—like all of Xerxes’ arias sung with monarchic sprezzatura and amoral relish by Stella Doufexis…”