A Fatal Night
The wretch. The fat old wretch. The wretch wants to take the place of my, I suppose "friend," Mme.Giry! Those belligerent managers think this is a joke! Ha! To hell with them! Tonight is the night! Those managers will be flabbergasted to hell! Ha! Yes yes, the traps are set. The third act of Faust has started, and I am to have my revenge! CROAK! CROAK! She thinks it is she who emits the croak! The silver throated Carlotta is a toad! Ha! The wretch, the managers, the whole house is flabbergasted! Oh, but that will turn to trepidation, thick trepidation. Ha Ha! Look high above, look high above! The chandelier, it's falling, falling! The immense mass of it! BEHOLD! She is singing tonight to bring down the chandelier! HA HA! Look at it, falling with its immense mass! It has hit the fat wretch. HA! The lyres have wedged her face in! The gas has scorched her whole body to a crisp. The blood is dried now! HA HA! The wretch is dead, Carlotta is ruined, and the managers are flabbergasted! The mission is successful, the mission is successful!