“There were tightly wound strings shivering in the air as the overture began in full.” — E.K. Johnston Copy Share Image
“...the overture began. God! Strings! Oboes! Timpani! Are you fucking kidding me? Why, when we know what human beings are capable of doing, do we not turn our collective heads in shame at the sight of rich housewives screaming at… — Meg Howrey Copy Share Image
