In the corridor outside door H, I was on the floor and a helpful usher was fetching the Royal Albert Hall medic. In the auditorium, the Prom from which I had extracted myself, Wagner’s Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg, was in full swing. I feared the emphasis might yet fall on the word “die”.
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