At a familiar opera, we were in unaccustomed seats. Well, we are unaccustomed to any seats other than those we occupy because they were empty and we beat any others who also had their eyes on them. But unaccustomed, as well, because we paid standing-ticket prices and we overlooked the orchestra. As a result, we had our eyes on the conductor. And we wished we could have had our eyes on what was happening on our side of the stage; however, we could imagine.
