You're Countess Geschwitz! You're not a trouser role -- just a garden variety dyke. You do wear 'male costume', though, so it's all right that you slipped in somehow. You're decent, honest, brilliant, loyal, and apparently the only principled human being on the continent. Then why are you so miserable? Because you fell in love with a heartless skank-ho, dummy! "Mein Engel" mein ass! A word of advice: when they call it "serial music", they aren't kidding -- watch out for Jack the Ripper.
Oh to be young again and play this Countess. This time I didn't lie.
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