Ahhh... the sweet verisimilitude of human passion defies description.

Eugene Onegin. Bloody fantastic opera, what. Even with the lamentable manners of the largely student audience, I enjoyed myself to the full. It's a shame though, people have such difficulty taking nineteenth-century drama seriously. It's tense, highly emotional stuff, but it now seems so over the top that people can't relate to it. One must, in effect, transport one's self to a different era's attitudes, modes and morals. This seems, sadly, to be a bit too much effort for most highscool/university students.