Don Juan (n.) by Mozart can have no rival: its subject is absolutely musical, so any composer who tried to emulate it would have to compose Don Juan over again.
Don Juan (n.) is a conqueror, not a discoverer: veni, vidi, vici — Papageno selects, Don Juan enjoys, Leporello inspects.
Don Juan (n.) is flesh incarnate — the inspiration of the flesh by the spirit of the flesh.
Don Juan (n.) is an image that constantly appears but never gains form — like the strange creatures that seem to drive a stormy sea yet are made by its colliding waves.
Don Juan (n.) has a tally of 1,003 that matters only for being odd and accidental — it shows the list is not closed; Don Juan is in a hurry.
Don Juan (n.) lives a life of repellent moments with no coherence: as a moment it is the sum of all moments, and the sum of all moments is a single moment.
Don Juan (n.) desires precisely the common, not the uncommon — what Zerlina has in common with hundreds of others: being young, pretty and a woman.
Don Juan (n.) has a power that cannot be named: asked what captivates her, Zerlina answers "No one knows" — wiser than the sages of India; only music can say it: exuberant joy of life.
Don Juan (n.) has no stable existence but hurries in a perpetual vanishing, like music, which is over as soon as it ceases to sound.
Don Juan (n.) should not be seen but heard: describe his blazing eyes and you have spoiled everything — if you cannot conceive him by hearing him, you never will.
Don Juan (n.) is comic with his 1003 loves, as a vaudeville turning on 4s. 8d. is comic: the number simply proves they have no value.
Don Juan (n.) is the young man at the ditch: the girls fling themselves into his arms, he catches them quickly and just as quickly sets them down across the ditch of life.
Don Juan (n.) is the common denominator of his opera: his passion sounds in the Commandant's earnestness, Elvira's anger, Anna's hate, Zerlina's anxiety — all their existences are derived from his.
Don Juan (n.) is a skipping stone: he dances lightly over the abyss, jubilant in his brief respite, and the instant he stops skipping he sinks.
Don Juan (n.) has Elvira as his epic fate, as the Commandant is his dramatic fate — her hate would arm her to kill him, her love would forbid it; she would stop the lightning itself to keep her revenge.