Gaston Leroux

The Phantom of the Opera

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    Rue le Peletier; portraits of Vestris, Gardel, Dupont, Bigottini

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    to–night I gave you my soul and I am dead!
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    mingling the glories of the past with the successes of the future
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    residing in one of the most mysterious corners of the Opera
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    kidnapping of Christine Daae, the disappearance of the Vicomte de Chagny and the death of his elder brother, Count Philippe, whose body was found on the bank of the lake that exists in the lower cellars of the Opera on the Rue–Scribe side
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    "Where are Raoul de Chagny and Christine Daae?"

    "I am going to die."

    "Raoul de Chagny and Christine Daae?"

    "Of love… daroga… I am dying… of love… That is how it is … loved her so!… And I love her still… daroga… and I am dying of love for her, I… I tell you!… If you knew how beautiful she was… when she let me kiss her… alive… It was the first … time, daroga, the first… time I ever kissed a woman… Yes, alive… I kissed her alive… and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!"
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    The reader knows and guesses the rest. It is all in keeping with this incredible and yet veracious story. Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be "some one," like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius OR USE IT TO PLAY TRICKS WITH, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must needs pity the Opera ghost.
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    and there is nothing he loves so much, after astonishing people, as to prove all the really miraculous ingenuity of his mind.
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    Although Erik announced to me very solemnly that he had changed and that he had become the most virtuous of men SINCE HE WAS LOVED FOR HIMSELF—a sentence that, at first, perplexed me most terribly—I could not help shuddering when I thought of the monster. His horrible, unparalleled and repulsive ugliness put him without the pale of humanity; and it often seemed to me that, for this reason, he no longer believed that he had any duty toward the human race. The way in which he spoke of his love affairs only increased my alarm, for I foresaw the cause of fresh and more hideous tragedies in this event to which he alluded so boastfully
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    "After all, as we are to die together… and I am just as eager as you … yes, I have had enough of this life, you know… Wait, don’t move, I will release you… You have only one word to say: 'NO!' And it will at once be over WITH EVERYBODY!… You are right, you are right; why wait till eleven o’clock to–morrow evening? True, it would have been grander, finer… But that is childish nonsense… We should only think of ourselves in this life, of our own death… the rest doesn’t matter… YOU’RE LOOKING AT ME BECAUSE I AM ALL WET?… Oh, my dear, it’s raining cats and dogs outside!… Apart from that, Christine, I think I am subject to hallucinations… You know, the man who rang at the siren’s door just now—go and look if he’s ringing at the bottom of the lake–well, he was rather like… There, turn round… are you glad? You’re free now… Oh, my poor Christine, look at your wrists: tell me, have I hurt them?… That alone deserves death… Talking of death, I MUST SING HIS REQUIEM!"
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    But you love Christine Daae, do you not?"

    "I worship the ground she stands on! But you, sir, who do not love her, tell me why I find you ready to risk your life for her! You must certainly hate Erik!"
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    Are people so unhappy when they love?"

    "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved."
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    As long as you thought me handsome, you could have come back, I know you would have come back… but, now that you know my hideousness, you would run away for good… So I shall keep you here!… Why did you want to see me? Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!… When my own father never saw me and when my mother, so as not to see me, made me a present of my first mask!'"
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    "I was very angry, slammed the door in his face and went to the bath–room… When I came out again, feeling greatly refreshed, Erik said that he loved me, but that he would never tell me so except when I allowed him and that the rest of the time would be devoted to music. 'What do you mean by the rest of the time?' I asked. 'Five days,' he said, with decision. I asked him if I should then be free and he said, 'You will be free, Christine, for, when those five days are past, you will have learned not to see me; and then, from time to time, you will come to see your poor Erik!' He pointed to a chair opposite him, at a small table, and I sat down, feeling greatly perturbed. However, I ate a few prawns and the wing of a chicken and drank half a glass of tokay, which he had himself, he told me, brought from the Konigsberg cellars. Erik did not eat or drink. I asked him what his nationality was and if that name of Erik did not point to his Scandinavian origin. He said that he had no name and no country and that he had taken the name of Erik by accident."
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    With horror!" she said. "That is the terrible thing about it. He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, underground. He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!… He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love… He has carried me off for love!… He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!… But he respects me: he crawls, he moans, he weeps!… And, when I stood up, Raoul, and told him that I could only despise him if he did not, then and there, give me my liberty… he offered it… he offered to show me the mysterious road … Only… only he rose too… and I was made to remember that, though he was not an angel, nor a ghost, nor a genius, he remained the voice… for he sang. And I listened… and stayed!… That night, we did not exchange another word. He sang me to sleep."
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    He would commit murder for me."
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    They kissed like a despairing brother and sister who have been smitten with a common loss and who meet to mourn a dead parent.

    You are my sister, he said, my blood, my family [...]

    — JACE AND CLARY MA'AM

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    I shall snatch off his mask, as I shall snatch off my own; and, this time, we shall look each other in the face, he and I, with no veil and no lies between us; and I shall know whom you love and who loves you!"
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    Christine simply took off her mask and said: "Dear, it is a tragedy!"
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    There was a silence; and then Raoul asked:

    "Did your father tell you that I love you, Christine, and that I can not live without you?"

    Christine blushed to the eyes and turned away her head. In a trembling voice, she said:

    "Me? You are dreaming, my friend!"

    And she burst out laughing, to put herself in countenance.

    "Don’t laugh, Christine; I am quite serious," Raoul answered.

    And she replied gravely: "I did not make you come to tell me such things as that."
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