Libretto by Jerre Dye
Young Man- Thank you for accompanying me this evening for our little stroll.
I thought it might be nice to watch the Athenaeum come to life.
Electric light! A miracle!
With Thomas Edison HIMSELF sitting just inside!
Imagine!
Young Woman- Lucky us.
Young Man- Lucky day!
Quite a lucky century!
Edison has changed the world!
Young Woman- Perhaps we’ll catch a glimpse of Thomas
patting himself upon his back.
That was terse. Pardon me.
I’m grateful for your invitation.
A stroll at dusk. Just the thing.
The lake at sunset sings.
Young Man- Beautiful. So beautiful.
Young Woman- the lake... eventide upon the water
azure, crimson, amber billow transmutations infinite.
Young Man- On all matters beautiful I certainly defer to you.
Chautauqua Lake was nothing much
until you stepped upon its shore.
Over there. Beyond that oak.
How 'bout we find a resting spot?
Ideal vista for the show.
Young Woman- "Ideal", if you like those things.
Young Man- I take it you are not impressed by Edison’s great masterpiece.
Young Woman- Electricity a masterpiece?
How does that square with Mozart, sir?
Beethoven?
Chopin?
Young Man- I'd say quite well to tell the truth.
I never met a body yet that didn’t like electricity.
Young Woman- Like it? Sure.
Dazzled? No.
Modernity is masterful,
but I shall miss my candlelight... the lamplight.
Dancing shadows mystery
Light that draws one close.
I do fear, (forgive the pun)
we’re blinded by the light, sometimes.
Blinded by our blasted progress.
Young Man- A tad bit balmy, don’t you think?
Young Woman- A subject change...
How apropos.
Young Man- I hate to be indelicate, but
my suit coat is drenched clean-through.
Would it be rude if I removed it?
Young Woman- Would that us ladies have that choice?
Other men have shed their coats,
but my watchful Aunt might disagree.
Young Man- Would your Aunt think me a brute?
Young Woman- That grizzled look’s an attribute.
Her face, I fear, was drawn that way...
perpetual, complete disdain.
Young Man- She watches like a hawk.
Young Woman- Nothing gets past Bernie dear.
When Father sends in Aunt Bernice,
he’s sending in the cavalry.
Young Man- A terrifying chaperone.
Young Woman- You should see her at canasta.
I wouldn’t fret. Not overly.
You’ve several yards to stroll, just yet,
to prove yourself the gentleman.
Young Man- Perhaps I’ll keep my jacket on.
Young Woman- A gentleman that takes advice.
Virtues vast and varied, sir.
Young Man- You're awful smart...
And awful bright.
Young Woman- And AWFULLY immune to flattery.
Which sometimes makes for AWFUL dates
with AWFULLY rude, presumptuous men.
Present company excluded.
You think I am difficult.
Young Man- No, I...
Young Woman- Most men prefer I hold my tongue.
Young Man- To hold one’s tongue is counterfeit.
I’m not fond of counterfeit.
Young Woman- Except, of course, electric light.
Counterfeit, right to the core.
Your optimism is appealing.
But... don’t you wonder...
“what of the night?”
The Moon, the stars,
the candlelight?
Will Thomas Alva Edison make all that magic disappear?
All that magic disappearing...
I think that it might break my heart.
Don’t you fear the future, somewhat?
Young Man- Honestly?
Young Woman- Honestly.
Young Man- Honestly... I do.
Forever falling forward.
Young Woman- Forever stumbling forward.
Young Man- I also think we’re fortunate to live in such a time as this.
Though progress can be dizzying.
Young Woman- Too fast.
Young Man- Such change
Young Woman- So fast.
Young Man- Miraculous!
Both- What a thing to see unfold.
Young Man- Before your eyes.
Young Woman- Overwhelming.
Young Man- Magnificent.
The future could...
Young Woman- The future might...
Both- The future could be
beautiful.
Take my breath away!
Young Man- What of the future do you fear?
Young Woman- Extravagance is a distraction.
Progress has a price.
I fear we will not know the cost
‘til what is lost is lost for good.
Darkness... just a memory.
It rather makes me melancholy.
Both- Beautiful, but melancholy.
Young Woman- Listen!
Can you hear that?
Young Man- Music
Young Woman- Tumbling towards the shore.
Young Man- Music
Young Woman- The violins get caught somehow.
Both- Inside the trees
Young Woman- and linger there.
Young Man- Not unlike the electric light.
Young Woman- Touché.
Both- Two worlds collide...
two worlds collide.
Young Woman- Music
Young Man- Electricity
Young Woman- Electricity and doleful strings
Young Man- past and present
Young Woman- old meets new
Both- The century collides in you
The century collides
The century collides for you.
The century collides... collides
Young Woman- Music,
holy in itself,
calls out to holy...
Young Man- like to like
Both- to light our path from dusk to night
and carry us ‘til dawn.
carry us ‘til dawn,
carry us ‘til dawn.
Young Man- and on
Both- Carry us 'til dawn.