Призрак Оперы
XII Apollo's Lyre
Raoul,youhaveseendeath’sheads,whentheyhavebeendriedandwitheredbythecenturies,and,perhaps,ifyouwerenotthevictimofanightmare,yousawHISdeath’sheadatPerros.AndthenyousawRedDeathstalkingaboutatthelastmaskedball.Butallthosedeath’sheadsweremotionlessandtheirdumbhorrorwasnotalive.Butimagine,ifyoucan,RedDeath’smasksuddenlycomingtolifeinordertoexpress,withthefourblackholesofitseyes,itsnose,anditsmouth,theextremeanger,themightyfuryofademon;ANDNOTARAYOFLIGHTFROMTHESOCKETS,for,asIlearnedlater,youcannotseehisblazingeyesexceptinthedark.
"Ifellbackagainstthewallandhecameuptome,grindinghisteeth,and,asIfelluponmyknees,hehissedmad,incoherentwordsandcursesatme.Leaningoverme,hecried,’Look!Youwanttosee!See!Feastyoureyes,glutyoursoulonmycursedugliness!LookatErik’sface!Nowyouknowthefaceofthevoice!Youwerenotcontenttohearme,eh?YouwantedtoknowwhatIlookedlike!Oh,youwomenaresoinquisitive!Well,areyousatisfied?I’maverygood-lookingfellow,eh?...Whenawomanhasseenme,asyouhave,shebelongstome.Shelovesmeforever.IamakindofDonJuan,youknow!’And,drawinghimselfuptohisfullheight,withhishandonhiship,waggingthehideousthingthatwashisheadonhisshoulders,heroared,’Lookatme!IAMDONJUANTRIUMPHANT!’And,whenIturnedawaymyheadandbeggedformercy,hedrewittohim,brutally,twistinghisdeadfingersintomyhair."
"Enough!Enough!"criedRaoul."Iwillkillhim.
