Bubbles : a self-portrait / Beverly Sills.

To mama, papa, Peter, Muffy and Bucky.

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Cont.: That's no seven year old! She's a midget -- Thank God Pons had a light, high voice -- No, Morris, this one will never be an opera singer -- Tired, hoarse, running a high fever, I can always sing Violetta -- I was still saying yes to everything -- Mama, mama, I think I've met a man I could marry -- Miss Sills, you are Baby Doe -- Tragedy at home : Not why me? Why them? -- All an iron lung needs is comfortable shoes -- If I don't get Cleopatra, I quit -- Manon : think Lolita, think Lolita -- Queens, madwomen, country girls, army mascot, I sing 'em all -- La Scala : Well Bubbles, now we've done it all -- Lucia, or how to go mad all over the world -- Off on a Queen kick : a Bette Davis with high notes -- Moments when I deserve to be where I am -- The hours are long, but there are fringe benefits -- When will you stop this marathon? -- God save the queen with Duco cement -- Sir Rudolf Bing and I : star crossed lovers -- So what do I do for an encore?