I really really like it. It works like the first word, rumor, passing off from one to the next, but also like those carrying the rumors, racing among the corridors with the opening and closing of doors and the ranging of whispers up and down the floors. I found it a little confusing at first; I couldn't tell you were moving from one object of whispers and rumor to another. But that kind of works too; nothing is certain, just a whisper or a rumor...which makes the last line hit hard: Christine dealing with reality while everyone else...the people who attend the opera, the people of the opera, even the shades themselves, are so locked in fantasy.
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I really really like it. It works like the first word, rumor, passing off from one to the next, but also like those carrying the rumors, racing among the corridors with the opening and closing of doors and the ranging of whispers up and down the floors. I found it a little confusing at first; I couldn't tell you were moving from one object of whispers and rumor to another. But that kind of works too; nothing is certain, just a whisper or a rumor...which makes the last line hit hard: Christine dealing with reality while everyone else...the people who attend the opera, the people of the opera, even the shades themselves, are so locked in fantasy.