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Here’s a snapshot of the way I think:

If a picture is worth a thousand words and you manage to paint a picture with, say, 500 words; you’ll have yourself a picture worth 1500 words. And you can sell or lease out the surplus words in any order you want. Job’s a winner! Or you could frame it as a picture worth 1500 words, which would be priceless because a Picasso is only worth 1000 words. Or settle for three pictures x 500, hang them in your tent (or shack) and stare at them…forever…

Anyway, meanwhile, in Excerpt Two:

Judith Callas had a terrible experience as a toddler. As yet we don’t know what that is, but as the play unfolds we might uncover the root of her absolutely held belief that all animals should be protected as living things, and not exploited for money or used in any way that harms them or snuffs them out. [Punctuation offers taken avidatiously on that last ‘para-sentence’. I know ‘avidatiously’ is not a word.)]

At the moment Judith seems to be a bit-part player in this saga-ette, but I imagine (I’m certain) she will be a main player by the time we leave the introductory porch of the first act and head down the hall to the lounge of act two.

Just a quick point on her though; she is only be-boyfriended with Atoll to attempt to cure him of his C-PTSD, that she, alone, has diagnosed. Her purpose is hidden from even herself; it is not to cure Atoll, but to medicate herself. Her biology is driving her; searching for a way out of pain into a more comfortable space, in which to participate in as much life that is still on offer to her.

25th, March, 2021

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