empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to
content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must
need pity the Opera ghost.."
Little lotte thought of everything and nothing… Her father promised her that he would send her the angel of music. Her father promised her… Her father promised her.
“Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera… A mystery never fully explained.”
“Sanctuary of song lovers, The Paris Opera House, rising nobly over medieval torture chambers, hidden dungeons, long forgotten.”
“Suddenly the dressing-room of La Sorelli, one of the principal dancers, was invaded by half-a-dozen young ladies of the ballet, who had come up from the stage after “dancing” Polyeucte. They rushed in amid great confusion, some giving vent to forced and unnatural laughter, others to cries of terror.” - Gaston Leroux, Le Fantôme de l’Opéra
