What's to be done about someone whose art is or seems to be so great, but whose prejudices were unquestionably contributory to great evil? How do you continue to appreciate art once aware of the enormity it was accessory to?
Certain sensations are deemed irrational. One of them is wanting to hear a performance of Siegfried all over again. Irrational to be sure, but in the case of its recent performance, at the Seattle Opera, very real.