It’s that moment when the guilty hand can no longer be kept from the opera chocolate box. Under lockdown the moral imperative has been to head to the health-grain cupboard of Wagner, down Janacek purgatives, or cleanse the mind of distracting trivia with dissonant Schoenberg. All intellectually commendable.
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