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The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends read more
The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost expurgated of idiots.
Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.
Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.
No theater could sanely flourish until there was an umbilical connection between what was happening on the stage and what read more
No theater could sanely flourish until there was an umbilical connection between what was happening on the stage and what was happening in the world.
The center of the stage is where I am.
The center of the stage is where I am.
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work read more
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work -- the night watchman.
For my part, I confess I seldom listen to the players: one has so much to do, in looking about read more
For my part, I confess I seldom listen to the players: one has so much to do, in looking about and finding out one's acquaintance, that, really, one has no time to mind the stage. One merely comes to meet one's friends, and show that one's alive.
The theater needs continual reminders that there is nothing more debasing than the work of those who do well what read more
The theater needs continual reminders that there is nothing more debasing than the work of those who do well what is not worth doing at all.
I believe that in a great city, or even in a small city or a village, a great theater is read more
I believe that in a great city, or even in a small city or a village, a great theater is the outward and visible sign of an inward and probable culture.
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for read more
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.