I may not be at The Opera, nor in The Opera, but I do feel like a Phantom, waiting in my ‘Sickbed’ Cellar until my Grand Performances can once again begin. Hopeful the ‘God of Pneumonia’ will realize the importance of letting me revive undisrupted by such petty human weaknesses as a lung infection. I do by far prefer the intricacies of a beautiful Opera, viewed by me from a balcony with a Powerless Beauty by my side.
Ah, such feverish dreams!…
