I couldn’t get Dale’s post to take my comment, so consider what follows my comment for the previous post:
A confection that will flatter and tickle those out there old enough to remember being taken by indulgent spinster aunts to see shows (or dare I write “plays”) in New York or London in the 40’s or 50’s. Or earlier, even.
Or
The stage version of The Monk.
Or
Some spear shaking.
Or
Something Chekovian?
Keeping in mind evening commitments are exhausting, especially when moods are down.
Or something which might emerge out of very informal creative meetings. Something odd, refined and conceptual…
Whose mood is down? I guess if we do the Sea Gull…
Improv. For the sake of it.
Let’s improvise Shakespeare in Russian for our aunts … in the mornings.
Is “in the mornings” meant to incorporate The Monk or “odd, refined and conceptual?” No fair to respond, “Both.”
Neither. It’s meant to respond to “evening commitments are exhausting.”
See, I couldn’t even imagine making a joke out of that one, so I didn’t factor it in. You approached in my blind spot.
You should change your prescription.