The Greater The Intellect, The More Ease

Freud Believed That Our Dreams Sometimes Recapitulate A Speech, A Comment We've Heard Or Something That We've Read. I Always Had Compositions In My Dreams. They Would Be A Joke, A Piece Of A Novel, A Witticism Or A Piece Of Dialogue From A Play, And I Would Dream Them. I Would Actually Express Them Line By Line In The Dream. Sometimes After Waking Up I Would Remember A Snatch Or Two And Write Them Down. There's Something In Me That Just Wants To Create Dialogue.

The Main Question In Drama, The Way I Was Taught, Is Always, 'what Does The Protagonist Want?' That's What Drama Is. It Comes Down To That. It's Not About Theme, It's Not About Ideas, It's Not About Setting, But What The Protagonist Wants.

They Have A Desire To Put On Plays And To Fulfill That Traditional Role Of A Theater In A Community: To Be The Place Where People Go To Hear The Truth.

As You All Know First Prize Is A Cadillac El Dorado. Anyone Wanna See Second Prize? Second Prize Is A Set Of Steak Knives. Third Prize Is You're Fired.

I Understand That Computers, Which I Once Believed To Be But A Hermaphrodite Typewriter-cum-filing Cabinet, Offer The Cyber Literate Increased Ability To Communicate. I Do Not Think This Is Altogether A Bad Thing, However It May Appear On The Surface.