That just makes sense, Keb. I remember a book my parents had that I thought was odd, until Mom explained that the "Plots of the Operas" (ancient book by now) helped them understand what was going on when they listened to the Met Opera on the radio on Saturdays.

I went with friends to see a Shakespeare play, can't remember which now, but I had read it, and have to say they figured out one way to deal with not having read it. They put me in the middle between them and took turns leaning in to ask me what was happening. I pity the people behind us. Unless they didn't know either and were listening to the answers.