One night last week, a Terre Haute audience sat in attentive silence: it was seeing the first act of a Mozart opera and found it could understand almost every word. It let out a few experimental giggles at an early joke, gathered confidence as it took in the elaborate and precise buffoonery, and finally laughed aloud when one swaggering character entered sporting a long, blond wig. Said one listener to his companion : "You don't often see anything like this in Terre Haute." Said the other: "I've never seen anything like this anywhere."
The reaction is characteristic of audiences in East Coast...
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