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270 pages, Paperback
First published December 14, 2009
[In a flashback to original TPOTO, ya gotta love this] Seeing as you are a man like the rest of the world, far be it for me to deny your affections for the girl, though I truly suggest you learn other means to display it. Kidnapping and attempted murder are not the ways to a woman’s heart and being possessive and controlling not the best avenues for love.
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[In similar flashback] You are pathetic. I prove [Christine] loves another man, and you roll over and decide to actually die? When are you going to awake and realize she is not the be all and end all? Did you ever think perhaps your life could go on without her? Maybe there is something else out there worth living for? Dare I say someone else?
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YES! My favorite character who calls people out on their crap. And finally, Pappy, the other voice of reason and stable mentality:
[Erik:] “I betrayed Anna because of my music. I cannot be without it. Christine always needed my music. She fulfills a part of my restless mind in a way Anna never could.”
“Erik?”
The use of his name shot him right out of somber thoughts. It sounded so foreign coming from Pappy that it rendered him stupid.
“What packages did she deliver?” Pappy asked.
Erik moved around the barn with contemplative steps. He twirled a thin wrist in the air as he spoke in an attempt to track the old man’s line of questioning.
“Paper, ink, and figs.” Wretched, disgusting fruits...
“Paper? What kind of paper?”
“Composition. Lined for a Maestro’s notes.”
“Anna doesn’t understand music? You’re certain of that? Let me tell you a secret and you decide whether or not Christine will be the only one to fulfill your needs. Anna couldn’t always afford that paper— told me so herself. When she couldn’t, she studied all that music she still can’t understand, to figure out what a Maestro might need and lined plain paper herself, every last stanza, colon, clef, and treble. She didn’t understand the music, but she wanted to hear it badly enough. Anna needed music too, except she didn’t need it to help perfect some part of herself. She only needed it because it said what she could not.” Pappy leaned toward Erik. “She heard your music, and she could not allow that to be silent. She had no idea at that time about the Phantom— or Christine. Anna had a lot to say. Except for her, it was not done through music; it was done through simple, random acts.
