August 2, 2008
Drowsy heat. I have half become a cat, collapsing onto horizontal surfaces every hour or so.
Volunteer great mulleins make great spikes of gold in the sunstruck garden.
Opening night redefined my interior monologue concerning As You Like It. Whatever I might have thought, the big, responsive audience loved it. It laughed. It participated, as the moat of groundlings must have done. It made the best we could do better. It willed an evening finer than we had any reason to expect. I think everyone went home happy. It was exactly what that venue was designed for, and hence, in its own way, brilliant. I was happy to be part of it.
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