“Any questions?”
I spoke these words out loud as the final notes of Leonard Bernstein’s achingly beautiful serio-comic operetta Candide dispersed like airborne droplets.
These are indeed the final spoken words of the piece, and saying them all by myself felt improbably, ridiculously bold. As if I’d just uttered a …
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