Here is how tuberculosis makes you beautiful: You glow pale as a pearl. You sparkle with fever. Your body carves itself svelte, your eyes grow big and wet, and your limbs move with the elegance of fatigue. At the end of Act Three, Violetta succumbs to the source of her loveliness. Sickness keeps its promise. She dies looking beautiful, so beautiful that the audience isn’t aware they’re crying for loss of beauty, not of life.
By Annie Przypyszny