That's strange. I thought they began by dipping their pen in vitriol, then laced it with hemlock, closed their ears to the tortured cries of the playwrights, lyricist and composers thirsting like Tantalus for relief, and proceeded, smiling at every twist of the knife and bite of the asp. I'm told occasionally, more in error than by design, they might accidentally miss the bowl of poison and instead get the one with sugar ... but I understand they never smile then.
Thanks for setting me right. Who could have so misinformed me?
(I know there are critics who actually care about the theater, and the above correspondents sound as if they're the ones - thank God for them!) |
