Once upon a time Lotte Lehmann had her fortune told. The fortune teller's prediction tickled her (says she) more than the praise and plaudits which operatic fame have since brought her. The seer told her "that a new door was slowly opening for me, a door leading to great success in another branch of art." At ten the door opened a crack when Mme Lehmann sold poems to Berlin's Der Tag. In that struggling season she was still being told that she had "no voice." With occasional articles, a book of memoirs, she managed...
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