The Metropolitan Opera, across Lincoln Center's plaza, was stupid. It
was stodgy. It was fat, old people with fat, old money. At the New
York State Theater you saw hot guys in full leather gabbing about
Beverly Sills's Violetta in La Traviata, or Samuel Ramey's naked chest
in Boito's Mefistofeles. You met your friends there at intermission,
sometimes a dozen of them. There were no cellphones, so you talked to
people. Opera was high art that sometimes dickered with the dirt, but
it had to remain high.
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was stodgy. It was fat, old people with fat, old money. At the New
York State Theater you saw hot guys in full leather gabbing about
Beverly Sills's Violetta in La Traviata, or Samuel Ramey's naked chest
in Boito's Mefistofeles. You met your friends there at intermission,
sometimes a dozen of them. There were no cellphones, so you talked to
people. Opera was high art that sometimes dickered with the dirt, but
it had to remain high.
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