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The Phantom of the Opera

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  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    Dear Mr. Manager:
    I am sorry to have to trouble you at a time when you must be so very busy, renewing important engagements, signing fresh ones and generally displaying your excellent taste. I know what you have done for Carlotta, Sorelli and little Jammes and for a few others whose admirable qualities of talent or genius you have suspected.
    Of course, when I use these words, I do not mean to apply them to La Carlotta, who sings like a squirt and who ought never to have been allowed to leave the Ambassadeurs and the Café Jacquin; nor to La Sorelli, who owes her success mainly to the coach-builders; nor to little Jammes, who dances like a calf in a field. And I am not speaking of Christine Daaé either, though her genius is certain, whereas your jealousy prevents her from creating any important part. When all is said, you are free to conduct your little business as you think best, are you not?
    All the same, I should like to take advantage of the fact that you have not turned Christine Daaé out of doors by hearing her this evening in the part of Siebel, as that of Margarita has been forbidden her since her triumph of the other evening; and I will ask you not to dispose of my box today nor on the following days, for I can not end this letter without telling you how disagreeably surprised I have been once or twice, to hear, on arriving at the Opera, that my box had been sold, at the box-office, by your orders.
    I did not protest, first, because I dislike scandal, and, second, because I thought that your predecessors, MM. Debienne and Poligny, who were always charming to me, had neglected, before leaving, to mention my little fads to you. I have now received a reply from those gentlemen to my letter asking for an explanation, and this reply proves that you know all about my memorandum-book and, consequently, that you are treating me with outrageous contempt. If you wish to live in peace, you must not begin by taking away my private box.
    Believe me to be, dear Mr. Manager, without prejudice to these little observations,
    Your Most Humble and Obedient Servant,

    Opera Ghost.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    “And he stood up. Richard said: ‘But, after all, it seems to me that you were much too kind to the ghost. If I had such a troublesome ghost as that, I should not hesitate to have him arrested—’
    “‘But how? Where?’ they cried, in chorus. ‘We have never seen him!’
    “‘But, when he comes to his box?’
    “‘ We have never seen him in his box.’
    “‘Then sell it.’
    “‘Sell the Opera ghost’s box! Well, gentlemen, try it.’
    “There upon we all four left the office. Richard and I had ‘never laughed so much in our lives.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    “‘But, after all, what does this ghost of yours want?’
    “M. Poligny went to his desk and returned with a copy of the memorandum-book. The memorandum-book begins with the well-known words of saying that ‘the management of the Opera shall give to the performance of the National Academy of Music the splendour that becomes the first lyric stage in France’ and ends with Clause 98, which says that the privilege can be withdrawn if the manager infringes the conditions stipulated in the memorandum-book. This is followed by the conditions, which are four in number.
    “The copy produced by M. Poligny was written in black ink and exactly similar to that in our possession, except that, at the end, it contained a paragraph in red ink and in a queer, laboured handwriting, as though it had been produced by dipping the heads of matches into the ink, the writing of a child that had never got beyond the downstrokes and has not learned to join its letters. This paragraph ran, word for word, as follows:
    “‘5. Or if the manager, in any month, delays for more than a fortnight the payment of the allowance which he shall make to the Opera ghost, an allowance of twenty thousand francs a month, say two hundred and forty thousand francs a year.’
    “M. Poligny pointed with a hesitating finger to this last clause, which we certainly did not expect.
    “‘Is this all? Does he not want anything else?’ asked Richard, with the greatest coolness.
    ‘Yes, he does,’ replied Poligny.
    “And he turned over the pages of the memorandum-book until he came to the clause specifying the days on which certain private boxes were to be reserved for the free use of the president of the republic, the ministers and so on. At the end of this clause, a line had been added, also in red ink:
    “‘Box Five on the grand tier shall be placed at the disposal of the Opera ghost for every performance.’
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    They told us that they never would have spoken to us of the ghost, if they had not received formal orders from the ghost himself to ask us to be pleasant to him and to grant any request that he might make. However, in their relief at leaving a domain where that tyrannical shade held sway, they had hesitated until the last moment to tell us this curious story, which our skeptical minds were certainly not prepared to entertain. But the announcement of the death of Joseph Buquet had served them as a brutal reminder that, whenever they had disregarded the ghost’s wishes, some fantastic or disastrous event had brought them to a sense of their dependence.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    Hardly breathing, he went up to the dressing-room and, with his ear to the door to catch her reply, prepared to knock. But his hand dropped. He had heard a man’s voice in the dressing-room, saying, in a curiously masterful tone:

    “Christine, you must love me!”

    And Christine’s voice, infinitely sad and trembling, as though accompanied by tears, replied:

    “How can you talk like that? When I sing only for you!”

    Raoul leaned against the panel to ease his pain. His heart, which had seemed gone for ever, returned to his breast and was throbbing loudly. The whole passage echoed with its beating and Raoul’s ears were deafened. Surely, if his heart continued to make such a noise, they would hear it inside, they would open the door and the young man would be turned away in disgrace. What a position for a Chagny! To be caught listening behind the door! He took his heart in his two hands to make it stop.

    The man’s voice spoke again:

    “Are you very tired?”

    “Oh, tonight I gave you my soul and I am dead!” Christine replied.

    “Your soul is a beautiful thing, child,” replied the grave man’s voice, “and I thank you. No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.”

    Raoul heard nothing after that. Nevertheless, he did not go away, but, as though he feared lest he should be caught, he returned to his dark corner, determined to wait for the man to leave the room. At one and the same time, he had learned what love meant, and hatred. He knew that he loved. He wanted to know whom he hated. To his great astonishment, the door opened and Christine Daaé appeared, wrapped in furs, with her face hidden in a lace veil, alone. She closed the door behind her, but Raoul observed that she did not lock it. She passed him. He did not even follow her with his eyes, for his eyes were fixed on the door, which did not open again.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    There you are! Picture the corps de ballet scuttling down the Jacob’s ladder and dividing the suicide’s rope among themselves in less time than it takes to write! When, on the other hand, I think of the exact spot where the body was discovered—the third cellar underneath the stage—I imagine that somebody must have been interested in seeing that the rope disappeared after it had effected its purpose; and time will show if I am wrong.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    “Joseph Buquet is dead!”

    The room became filled with exclamations, with astonished outcries, with scared requests for explanations.

    “Yes, he was found hanging in the third-floor cellar!”

    “It’s the ghost!” little Giry blurted, as though in spite of herself; but she at once corrected herself, with her hands pressed to her mouth: “No, no!—I didn’t say it!—I didn’t say it!—”

    All around her, her panic-stricken companions repeated under their breaths:

    “Yes—it must be the ghost!”

    Sorelli was very pale.

    “I shall never be able to recite my speech,” she said.

    Ma Jammes gave her opinion, while she emptied a glass of liqueur that happened to be standing on a table; the ghost must have something to do with it.

    The truth is that no one ever knew how Joseph Buquet met his death. The verdict at the inquest was “natural suicide.” In his Memoirs of a Manager, M. Moncharmin, one of the joint managers who succeeded MM. Debienne and Poligny, describes the incident as follows:

    “A grievous accident spoiled the little party which MM. Debienne and Poligny gave to celebrate their retirement. I was in the manager’s office, when Mercier, the acting-manager, suddenly came darting in. He seemed half mad and told me that the body of a scene-shifter had been found hanging in the third cellar under the stage, between a farmhouse and a scene from the Roi de Lahore. I shouted:
    ‘“Come and cut him down!’
    “By the time I had rushed down the staircase and the Jacob’s ladder, the man was no longer hanging from his rope!”
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    “Well, it’s because of the private box.”

    “What private box?”

    “The ghost’s box!”

    “Has the ghost a box? Oh, do tell us, do tell us!”

    “Not so loud!” said Meg. “It’s Box Five, you know, the box on the grand tier, next to the stage-box, on the left.”

    “Oh, nonsense!”

    “I tell you it is. Mother has charge of it. But you swear you won’t say a word?”

    “Of course, of course.”

    “Well, that’s the ghost’s box. No one has had it for over a month, except the ghost, and orders have been given at the box-office that it must never be sold.”

    “And does the ghost really come there?”

    “Yes.”

    “Then somebody does come?”

    “Why, no! The ghost comes, but there is nobody there.”
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    “Joseph Buquet would do better to hold his tongue.”

    “Why should he hold his tongue?” asked somebody.

    “That’s mother’s opinion,” replied Meg, lowering her voice and looking all about her as though fearing lest other ears than those present might overhear.

    “And why is it your mother’s opinion?”

    “Hush! Mother says the ghost doesn’t like being talked about.”

    “And why does your mother say so?”

    “Because—because—nothing—”
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    Everybody seemed to hear a rustling outside the door. There was no sound of footsteps. It was like light silk sliding over the panel. Then it stopped.
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