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“Yes, yes, I’m sure,” broke in Baron. “That group of kooks is just
        one of many. Maybe I should go through this thing scene by scene
        and show you what enrages the others.”
          Fey looked at his watch. “Go right ahead.”
          Robert  Baron  cleared  his  throat.  “Dramatis  personae.  That’s  the
        characters,  right?  Well,  we’ve  got  Omar  first,  sung  by  Farley
        Usquebaugh.  Then a  barkeeper  and  his  daughter,  plus  a bunch of
        minor roles: a bird, a potter, assorted potentates, saints and sages, a
        crowd of drinkers and marketplace idlers.”
          “Not  all  singing  parts,”  Fey  interjected.  “The  bird  has  a  sort  of
        tick-tock trill it chimes in with at strategic points in the action.”
          “Hmm.  Well,  as  yet  no  complaints  from  animal  lovers  or  the
        curator of ornithology at the natural history museum. Might as well
        be grateful for that. Okay: the overture plays, the curtain goes up, and
        we  have  Act  One;  this  all  takes  place  in  Persia,  in  Omar’s  time,
        right?”  The  director  nodded.  “In  Scene  One,  it’s  dawn,  inside  and
        outside a tavern. The spotlight picks out your hero, who is sleeping
        on  the  ground, after  clearly  having  had  too  much  booze  the  night
        before. According to one of these cranks at your rehearsals, Omar is
        snoring loudly.”
          “But musically,” rejoined Barnaby Fey.
          “And here is where we got another very prissy letter. You use the
        backdrop as a projection screen?”
          “Oh,  yes.  Very  important  for  the  celestial  imagery:  Musselman
        wanted  to  establish  immediately  the  themes  of  fleeting  time,  and
        equate one day with a lifetime, the day’s dawning with an awakening
        to  truth,  the  terrestrial  microcosm  with  the  sidereal  macrocosm.
        Astronomy functions both as a backdrop to and a source of human
        understanding. That’s why the Grape-angel’s first song, ‘Awake, my
        little ones’, contains these lines:

                        Awake! For Morning in the Bowl of Night
                        Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight:
                          And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
                        The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.

          The audience should get a feeling for the entire  opera from this
        initial  aria:  mankind  trapped  on  a  cosmic  treadmill  spinning
        precipitately.  Omar  liked  to  portray  the  vault  of  the  heavens  as  a
        bowl; that ties in nicely with his wine-cups, you see.”
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