Over the summer I encountered a woman so stunning that I couldn't look away.  It happened at the Majestic Theater on Broadway.  I was there with my wife watching Phantom of the Opera on a hot, sticky June night.  At intermission Lydia headed for the ladies room.  I went the opposite direction in search of a cold beverage and some pretzels, my mind preoccupied by the scene of the deformed genius Erik kidnapping Christine Daae in hopes that she'd fall in love with him.