At any rate, it was a good evening, and this late in the day my only regret is that I can't just keep writing this review for weeks and weeks and make it some kind of scholarly piece comparing the two plays. Instead, I think I'm going to settle down with a glass of the Syrah we brought back from Sicily and call it a night. Tomorrow we're seeing the Scottish National Theater's Peer Gynt at the Barbican and if I don't get this one out, I'm going to get hopelessly backlogged.
I also really ought to work on my resume. But I can do that on the train to Durham. Better plan on bringing the cable and hope there's power on the train.