Viscount Raoul de Chagny Quotes in The Phantom of the Opera
“As I would not let go of the cloak, the shadow turned round and beneath the hood I saw a terrifying skull, whose staring eyes burned with the fire of Hell. I thought I was face to face with Satan himself. It was like a vision from beyond the grave.”
To think that he had believed in her innocence, in her purity! That he had tried for a moment to explain everything by her naivety, her simplicity of mind and her extreme candour. The Spirit of Music! He knew him now! He saw him! Surely he was some minor singer at the Opera, some good-looking Lothario, some coxcomb all smiles and sweet talk. He felt ridiculous and pitiable. Ah, what a wretched, insignificant and foolish young man you are, Viscount de Chagny! he raged to himself. As for Christine, what a brazen, devilishly cunning creature!
His heart was cold, frozen solid: he had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
Christine simply took off her mask and said: “It is a tragedy, Raoul!”
He now saw her face and could not suppress a cry of surprise and shock. Gone was her fresh, glowing complexion. No longer a reflection of her tranquil disposition and untroubled conscience, her face—so charming and gentle in former days—was deadly pale. How anguished she looked now! Her features were cruelly furrowed by sorrow and her beautiful, limpid eyes—Little Lotte’s eyes—had become wells of deep, dark, unfathomable mystery and were bordered with terribly doleful shadows.
It was a tranquil and pure fountain of harmony from which the faithful could safely and piously assuage their thirst, secure in the knowledge that they were partaking of musical grace. Having touched the Divine, their art was transfigured.
“When a man,” resumed Raoul, who felt his strength draining away from him, “adopts such a romantic stratagem to seduce a girl...”
“Either he is a villain, or she is a fool?” she interrupted.
“If Erik does not hear me sing tomorrow, he will be devastated.”
“It can only be thus if you want to escape him for ever.”
“You are right, Raoul. At all events, he will certainly die of grief if I run away.” … And then she added in a muted voice: “On the other hand, he could just as easily kill us.”
“Does he love you so much?”
“Yes, he would stop at nothing for me, not even murder.”
“Oh, how I hate him!” cried Raoul. “And you, Christine, tell me: do you hate him too? I need to know so that I can listen to the rest of your extraordinary tale with some peace of mind.”
“No, I do not hate him,” said Christine simply.
“You are afraid of him, but do you love me? If Erik were handsome, would you love me, Christine?”
“Why do you raise questions that I have pushed to the back of my mind as if they were sinful?”
She rose too and wrapped her beautiful, trembling arms round the young man.
“Oh, my betrothed, if I did not love you, I would not offer you my lips! Kiss them, for the first and last time.”
“Are people always unhappy when they’re in love?”
“Yes, Christine, they are unhappy when they love but are unsure of being loved in return.”
“Are you speaking for Erik, here?”
“For Erik and for myself,” said the young man shaking his head, thoughtful and forlorn.
“Let me tell you why I would like to see you leave tonight.”
“Yes, tell me, Raoul.”
“Because tomorrow, all your resolve will be gone!”
“Then, Raoul, you must take me away. Are we not agreed on that?”
“I don’t express myself like other people. I don’t do anything like other people. But I am very tired of it! Tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my home! Sick of living like a mountebank, in a house full of tricks! Yes, I am sick and tired of it all! I want a nice, quiet apartment like everyone else, with ordinary doors and windows, and a proper wife.”
Viscount Raoul de Chagny Quotes in The Phantom of the Opera
“As I would not let go of the cloak, the shadow turned round and beneath the hood I saw a terrifying skull, whose staring eyes burned with the fire of Hell. I thought I was face to face with Satan himself. It was like a vision from beyond the grave.”
To think that he had believed in her innocence, in her purity! That he had tried for a moment to explain everything by her naivety, her simplicity of mind and her extreme candour. The Spirit of Music! He knew him now! He saw him! Surely he was some minor singer at the Opera, some good-looking Lothario, some coxcomb all smiles and sweet talk. He felt ridiculous and pitiable. Ah, what a wretched, insignificant and foolish young man you are, Viscount de Chagny! he raged to himself. As for Christine, what a brazen, devilishly cunning creature!
His heart was cold, frozen solid: he had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
Christine simply took off her mask and said: “It is a tragedy, Raoul!”
He now saw her face and could not suppress a cry of surprise and shock. Gone was her fresh, glowing complexion. No longer a reflection of her tranquil disposition and untroubled conscience, her face—so charming and gentle in former days—was deadly pale. How anguished she looked now! Her features were cruelly furrowed by sorrow and her beautiful, limpid eyes—Little Lotte’s eyes—had become wells of deep, dark, unfathomable mystery and were bordered with terribly doleful shadows.
It was a tranquil and pure fountain of harmony from which the faithful could safely and piously assuage their thirst, secure in the knowledge that they were partaking of musical grace. Having touched the Divine, their art was transfigured.
“When a man,” resumed Raoul, who felt his strength draining away from him, “adopts such a romantic stratagem to seduce a girl...”
“Either he is a villain, or she is a fool?” she interrupted.
“If Erik does not hear me sing tomorrow, he will be devastated.”
“It can only be thus if you want to escape him for ever.”
“You are right, Raoul. At all events, he will certainly die of grief if I run away.” … And then she added in a muted voice: “On the other hand, he could just as easily kill us.”
“Does he love you so much?”
“Yes, he would stop at nothing for me, not even murder.”
“Oh, how I hate him!” cried Raoul. “And you, Christine, tell me: do you hate him too? I need to know so that I can listen to the rest of your extraordinary tale with some peace of mind.”
“No, I do not hate him,” said Christine simply.
“You are afraid of him, but do you love me? If Erik were handsome, would you love me, Christine?”
“Why do you raise questions that I have pushed to the back of my mind as if they were sinful?”
She rose too and wrapped her beautiful, trembling arms round the young man.
“Oh, my betrothed, if I did not love you, I would not offer you my lips! Kiss them, for the first and last time.”
“Are people always unhappy when they’re in love?”
“Yes, Christine, they are unhappy when they love but are unsure of being loved in return.”
“Are you speaking for Erik, here?”
“For Erik and for myself,” said the young man shaking his head, thoughtful and forlorn.
“Let me tell you why I would like to see you leave tonight.”
“Yes, tell me, Raoul.”
“Because tomorrow, all your resolve will be gone!”
“Then, Raoul, you must take me away. Are we not agreed on that?”
“I don’t express myself like other people. I don’t do anything like other people. But I am very tired of it! Tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my home! Sick of living like a mountebank, in a house full of tricks! Yes, I am sick and tired of it all! I want a nice, quiet apartment like everyone else, with ordinary doors and windows, and a proper wife.”
