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I am going to the opera. Something about a cunning little vixen. What I really want to hear is Puccini. Maybe Madama Butterfly. Un Bel di Vedremo. I'm kinda stuck on it. Reminds me of the scene from A Room with a View, the one in the field 'with Florence in the distance,' though I'm not sure that it's the same aria.

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  1. One thing I dont like about blogger commenting is that sometimes I am in the middle of typing a comment and it reloads or something and all my comment is gone. Anyway...

    When are you going to the opera and with whom? Are you going to wear a long fancy dress and have elbow length gloves and those little binoculars so you can spy on the rich people sitting in the balconies across the way?

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  2. And look like Julia Roberts did in Pretty Woman???
    I am SOOOO jealous... well, I would be, but love is not rude or jealous...

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  3. Michael Friggin York!!!

    I am so jealous.

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  4. The Cunning Little Vixen, eh? A Czech opera. I took my sister to that a few years ago, and she has never forgiven me for it. Apparently she thought I took her to that because I didn't think she could handle Wagner. (Which is true...) It's a cute opera....but you're right, if you want the opera, you want Puccini. Or Verdi. Or that's what I want, anyway. I'm a sucker for the over-the top romanticism.

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