December 13, 2007

Enter Achilles

Tsk. I do seem to be slacking something awful on the blog front. For whatever reason, I don't have all that much to say, and little enthusiasm for rambling aimlessly. I do feel obliged to make a first post from my new baby, however, and -- because they've been randomly popping into my mind this last week -- quote a few more lines from a play that's had more than its fair share on WT already, all unacknowledged:

What is life without a loofah?

It's an authentic suburban charred meat festival.

Are you Mr Coffee?

A troll's toll, how droll. He's good, but not quite Robert Lowell.

Whoever he is...

It's not the greatest or most well-known play of its age, but I loved it -- and many of its brilliantly turned phrases have long stuck in my memory. So give a big hand, please, for Mr Eric Overmeyer's On the Verge; or The Geography of Yearning.

Ladies, let's segue!
Posted by matt at December 13, 2007 08:27 PM

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