East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai


A Night at the Opera

Blame Marx for my chronic inability to enjoy opera.
I can’t help it, I start laughing out loud whenever the guys on stage start singing.
I know, terribly rough and uncultured of me.
I guess I’ll never make it in polite society.
And the responsibility rests on the shoulders of the Marx Brothers.
I was ten years old when I first saw this – and it marked me for life.