Does anybody else under the age of sixty like opera besides me?
I’m not talking about musicals like Cats or Starlight Express or even light opera or operetta like Die Fledermaus or The Merry Widow. I’m talking about hardcore, five hours long, it-ain’t-over-till-the-fat-lady-sings grand opera.
Cut short my days,
eternal gods, that day
when the good of Rome
is no longer my concern.