Comment for Dale’s Quo Vadis…

I couldn’t get Dale’s post to take my comment, so consider what follows my comment for the previous post:

A confection that will flatter and tickle those out there old enough to remember being taken by indulgent spinster aunts to see shows (or dare I write “plays”) in New York or London in the 40’s or 50’s. Or earlier, even.

Or

The stage version of The Monk.

Or

Some spear shaking.

Or

Something Chekovian?

Keeping in mind evening commitments are exhausting, especially when moods are down.

Or something which might emerge out of very informal creative meetings. Something odd, refined and conceptual…