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[If anyone happens to go outside this afternoon, it's highly likely they will hear the burst of opera coming from somewhere, loudly.
( Cut for the opera! )
[This somewhere just so happens to be a window from House 32's second floor. The double windows are thrust open and out into the peaceful town of Luceti, revealing a less than picturesque view of Guy Burgess, shirtless, with his record player.
His arms swing back and forth, his body timed to every swell of the music. The spy is vibrantly conducting the opera with his torso leaning over the bottom ledge, making magnanimously expressive faces as he mouths--and sometimes sings them in a rugged baritone over the lovely singer and classical strings.
Someone is clearly happy.]
( Cut for the opera! )
[This somewhere just so happens to be a window from House 32's second floor. The double windows are thrust open and out into the peaceful town of Luceti, revealing a less than picturesque view of Guy Burgess, shirtless, with his record player.
His arms swing back and forth, his body timed to every swell of the music. The spy is vibrantly conducting the opera with his torso leaning over the bottom ledge, making magnanimously expressive faces as he mouths--and sometimes sings them in a rugged baritone over the lovely singer and classical strings.
Someone is clearly happy.]
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