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The Opera Ghost Really Existed. He Was Not, As Was Long Believed, A Creature Of The Imagination Of The
The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box- keepers, the cloak-room attendants, or the concierge. No, he existed in flesh and blood, though he assumed all the outward characteristics of a real phantom, that is to say, of a shade.
Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
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Iβm content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. Iβm at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. Iβm satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. Iβm contented by the little pieces of time in living.
what kind of human are you: hot chocolate or tea? nighttime or daytime? physical book or e book? beach or park? movie or show? pizza or nuggies? ice cream or chocolate? fruit or veggie? cinnamon or brown sugar? gingerbread or sugar?