Episode Three A Cathar Opera Learn now that the manipulation of the maulstick is Secret 29 of this Book, for it is in fact more decisive than the maipulation of the Brush itself, since the maipulation of the latter depends on the former, and it is this stick -- by means of which you can move the world which it constitutes. Salvador Dali True to his word, Duke Domenico helped his wife assemble a cast of actors, artists and musicians who would attempt to recreate Dali's Cathar opera, Etre Dieu, on the stage. By September, two enfants terribles of the art world, Monsieurs Daniel d'Anger and Anaton Viscious Vienna, had signed on to the project, much to the delight of the female cast who admired the two specimens of male godliness from not-so afar, a fact that drove Mystress O to near distraction. "How are we going to get anything done around h-ear?" she lamented the morning of October 31st. "Our Halloween Etre Dieu cast party is going to turn into an orgy, I swear to Bacchus! Jesus Christ Superstar - doesn't anyone get that this masterpiece is not about getting laid but about...a lost tradition? About a false god named Rex Mundi?" "No," Duke replied, adjusting his tie knot in the mirror as he prepared for another day of singing for his supper. "No, and they never will. Just chill and enjoy the show, honey - you are getting way too uptight. Must be a planet thingy." "So it doesn't bother you that our Anne of Brittany is trying to get it on with the Androgynous Dali Male, not to mention Dali himself?" "I gotta run," Duke informed his wife. "Go call that Dali nutcase who offered you backing for the show...complain to her. Last I checked, Ms. Dottie 'Daliniana' Byrd thinks the two bad boys of art are pretty hot, too...hey, they'll be good for ticket sales, right?" "Of course, let's not forget the wheat," O frowned. "Bread, circuses - who cares? Give the people what they want...only, this production is so not about that...and I didn't take Dottie's money, last I checked. She's just a customer of the shop, not a partner. I can't exactly tell someone who comes into the boutique to look at our Dali art to bugger off, now can I?" "I bet Princess Pearl could and wants to. Listen, everything will be fine," Domenico reassured before rushing out the door of Château Taureaux. "That Hollywood producer and our friend 22 will love our show when they come to visit on the eleventh - you'll see. Just keep Dottie away from them." Olivia did not see, that was the problem. And when she showed up at dress rehearsal a tad early, only to catch the opera's Angel making out with Anaton Viscious, dressed as Dali, the Cybersybil demanded in no uncertain terms that everyone take their places on stage el pronto mundo....    Text Copyright © 1999 - ad infinitum cybersybils.com cybersybils.net Bovican Books d-o-m-m.com All rights reserved.