That was great. Bryn Terfel is the best.
The scene in Il Trovatore where Azucena sings about how she burned the child --and Manrico begins to suspect the truth always makes my hair stand on end.
And Christa Ludwig singing Re del abisso nero is the same sort of dramatism.
But, how easy is it to go from looking through those toy binoculars to that tiny print, back and forth, back and forth, in low light (rustling the pages and annoying those posh snobs sitting next to you--wait, that sounds like fun) without incredible eyestrain! Just too unrealistic.
Well, if you're actually going to go the opera house, many opera houses provide subtitles on a screen either at the front, or a smaller one on the back of the seat in front of you (as for instance at the Met).
Anyway, if we are ever at the same opera house, don't sit next to me if you are going to talk or rustle pages --some people go for the music.
A good opera house will frisk you for noise-making devices before you get in. Besides, the ushers have dart guns with tranquilizers to deal with incorrigible trouble makers.
That is the Commandatore: Don Giovanni killed him in a duel, and he is now administering justice.