Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be 'some one,' like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must need pity the Opera ghost.

The opera ghost really existed

Blood!...Blood!... That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.

When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.

All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)

Holy angel, in Heaven blessed, My spirit longs with thee to rest