I had planned, Gentle Readers, to venture forth to Don Pasquale tonight, as the Met's cast bids fair to handle Donizetti with vocal and comedic agility. However, the door to my own bohemian garret, never what one could call straight on its hinges, has developed a problem with the lock. So, until Benoit, er, my landlord gets around to dealing with it, the Beloved Flatmate and I are taking turns sitting at home to let the other one in from the cold world of the library and lecture hall. No Opera Outings for us. My apologies for the unexpected hiatus... in addition to Don Pasquale, Intermezzo and Così are planned for the near future.
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