One of the highlights of my theatre-going experienece was The Duchess of Malfi, an amateur production. All blood and gore and high-flown rhetoric, and then in one seen there's a hand that's been chopped off, and a character throws it at the feet of an enemy. And it was made of rubber, and it bounced...

The old songs are the best songs, and the old plays are the best plays.

The choice between being bored or not being bored is an act of the will.