"How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, under-ground. 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!”
— Jul 02, 2026 12:28AM
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