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Some distant connection with an opera, opera house or music. (Pause.)

(“Some distant connection with an opera, opera house or music.” This baffled us at first. We missed the actual connection, and Seth helps out later. At this time Jane said one of the abstracts being offered to the doctor reminds her of music. She was going to tell me this before the session, but did not.

The opera here though was a legitimate connection, having to do with the way the mass is sung at Mount Savior’s. The Gregorian chant is what we were after here. This was quite legitimate.

The opera, I might add again, was a good connection, that you would have ordinarily missed.

[...] “Don’t touch me,” she said as she lay on her back watching the TV soap opera, The Young and the Restless, as she did every noontime. [...]

[...] Jane began to hum a song we both knew but couldn’t place — perhaps an aria from an Italian or Spanish opera. [...]

[...] First imagine that during the daily programming there are three soap operas, four news programs, several excellent dramas, a few operas, some popular music, several religious sermons, and some sports programs. [...]

For example: Say that you have a certain Wilford Jones, who is a character in one of the soap operas. [...]

[...] The crowds then cheer, and our grocer in his soap opera may smile and say: “But it will all work out after all.”

[...] Her favorite soap opera was on.

[...] A person may see himself or herself, say, as a daring explorer, an inventor, an opera star or whatever, and react against such images. [...]

Perhaps this is a scene from the novel or an opera, for now there are two very tall candles, with golden holders and many shadows. [...] Perhaps a deathbed scene, but I do not hear music, and it would seem that music would be connected with an opera. [...]

[...] I do not know, perhaps a connection here with the heroine of an opera, or medieval novel. [...]

[...] For whatever reasons, she decides that she wants to be an opera star. [...]

[...] A poem, a musical masterpiece, a sculpture, a novel, an opera, into a great piece of architecture. [...]

[...] He was quite intelligent, a musician who had written an “opera,” he told us. [...]

You might think of a tragic opera, or a musical composition, and so some lives focus upon intensities whose form is not perceived, and which deals with a kind of power that is itself the experience. [...]

[...] You play ballads, classical pieces, lyrics, operas. [...]