..there's Audrey!
on the Vespa and a linked whole page idolizing her--the only possible stance--given the unbroken transcendence of damn near
her every waking/acting hour ever photographed, even on a Minox spy-camera like mine
(which I had failed to take along to that stage-door, more's the pity.)
Thence to culminate her UNICEF years as pukka-Heroine, nonpareil.. at a mere 64 años de edad?

(I mean.. I can still feel that pen dashing-off her signature across my back, the only clean space on a dirty platform.) Yes, I aver: there exist certain creatures
as can haunt one, within fewer than a dozen minutes; never mind their subsequent off-duty actions in pedestrian life. Screw logic.

Hadn't thought of that apparition in many months, but wtf: some sorts of haunting quite beats mere rationality. (Is that why it's popularly deemed subversive?)

Umm what was that miscast operetta you were reviewing?