Maskerade"Death, to be precise. And plenty of it. In unpleasant variations. This isn't real life. This isn't even cheesemongerinig. It's opera. Where the music matters and where an opera house is being terrorised by a man in evening dress with a white mask, lurking in the shadows, occasionally killing people, and most worryingly, sending little notes, writing maniacal laughter with five exclamation marks. Opera can do that to a man. In such circumstances, life