This Carmen is scarcely voluptuous. Rather, she is a kind of molting puma, long in claw and tooth, snarling at a world that is not to her liking. Wanton she may be, but she gets no joy out of it; her eye is out for the main chance, for social advancement rather than sexual gratification. Her quarrel with the overseer of the cigarette factory ends in no mere slap; she tears the poor creature's bodice and carves a bloody cross on her back. Her seduction of Don José is more challenge than submission, and...
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