So, you MUST use paragraph tags with this table or it will be very broken. If you write short paragraphs, you can add < br > tags to fix the float issue, it should work fine. Paragraphs starting with Q, Y, G or J may look a bit odd... not a huge problem IMO. Starting the paragraphs with quotation marks looks totally fine so don't worry about that. The paragraph text had an issue I haven't been able to resolve (I've encountered before, you can see it with the credits below the table when you hover on or off) so I've given it a hover color... it's a fine fix but not perfect. Hope it doesn't detract from the overall appearance too much. I'm also pretty bad with yellows and oranges so hopefully the colors in general are nice!! Hope you like it, I know it's not my most spectacular work but I really like the text placement *_*
But the real triumph was reserved for Christine Daae, who had begun by singing a few passages from Romeo and Juliet. It was the first time that the young artist sang in this work of Gounod, which was revived at the Opera Comique after it had been produced at the old Theatre Lyrique. Those who heard her say that her voice, in these passages, was seraphic; but this was nothing to the superhuman notes that she gave forth in the prison scene and the final trio in Faust, which she sang in the place of La Carlotta, who was ill. No one had ever heard or seen anything like it.
Everybody remarked that the retiring managers looked cheerful, as is the Paris way. None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy. You know that one of your friends is in trouble; do not try to console him: he will tell you that he is already comforted; but, should he have met with good fortune, be careful how you congratulate him: he thinks it so natural that he is surprised that you should speak of it. In Paris, our lives are one masked ball; and the foyer of the ballet is the last place in which two men so "knowing" as these would have made the mistake of betraying their grief, however genuine it might be.
As Raoul once more passed through the great crush-room, this time in the wake of his guide, he could not help noticing a group crowding round a person whose disguise, eccentric air and gruesome appearance were causing a sensation. It was a man dressed all in scarlet, with a huge hat and feathers on the top of a wonderful death's head. From his shoulders hung an immense red-velvet cloak, which trailed along the floor like a king's train; and on this cloak was embroidered, in gold letters, which every one read and repeated aloud, "Don't touch me! I am Red Death stalking abroad!"