The curtain goes up at the New York City Opera to reveal a familiar old figure in flowing medieval robes. It is Faust, and as usual he is pulling at his beard and pondering the mysteries of life. But there is something else. His study is not filled with the customary books. The room is no philosopher's retreat, but the laboratory of a medical scientist. Two operating tables stand in the shadows, and on one of them lies a corpse. Stealthily, two grave robbers arrive with yet another body. As Faust takes the...
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