No doubt this is a lot of metaphysics for a single tenor; but his loss of voice explains everything, and, in sum, there are philosophers who are nothing better than out-of-work tenors.
I, dearest reader, accept old Marcolini’s theory, not only because it appears to be the truth—and appearance is often the whole of the truth—but because my life exactly fits the definition. I sang a very tender duet, then a trio, then a quartet … But let’s not get ahead of ourselves; let us proceed to that first afternoon, when I found out that I was already singing, because José Dias’ revelation, dear reader, was principally directed at myself. He revealed me to myself.