I kind of feel like I have just been set an exam, and I haven’t got a clue what to write.
Maybe it’s early on-set dementia – that dreaded birthday is creeping up on me – and I am beginning to stick too closely to the texts.
I wish I knew what goes on in Richard’s head. Or that there was a handy handbook, a kind of “Cliffs Notes”… Maybe I need to liberate myself from the Germanic discipline and order in my brain. Just because ‘hot summer’ and a January to May run of a play for me don’t work together. What are winter trees?
I think I think too literally for this.