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| Well here it is, my own little comments page about life and what is going on with me.� For those of you whom I haven't talked to in a while, my life pretty much the same.� College life still seems to take up much of my existence, and what ever isn't controlled by an insane amount of homework is devoted to the theatre here. | |||||||||||||
| I have no complaints about the theatre, because, hey, it's my life, and what I want to do later in life when I'm 'all grown up' (but then again, I'm also a Lost Girl, so I'll never grow up).� We are in the process on the crazy week before the opening of our fourth play this year, The Importance of Being Ernest.� This is defiantly going to be another wonderful play. | |||||||||||||
| In the most recent times, I went to an amazingly funny and powerful play, Don Juan by Moli�re, at the Seattle Repertory Theatre.� It portrayed an enlightening and disturbing image of hypocrisy and the hardening of one's heart.� I don't think I stopped laughing (but that could also have been partially caused by my date), but afterward I really had to stop and think about what it was saying.� There is one crucial point where Don Juan and his valet, Sganarelle, meet an old pauper in the woods.� He is a man who spends his days in prayer for all those who give alms to him, a man truly worthy of sainthood.� Don Juan offers him an obscene amount of money if he would only curse God.� There is an excruciating long silence (probably only around five seconds, but in theatre that is an eternity) where the pauper looks between the money and Don Juan, trying to decided between his morals and the possibility of not starving to death on the open road.� Finally he turns to Don Juan and says "For the love of God I will not."� For that to be so powerful, one would have to understand that through out the whole play, every character uses the Lord's name in vain flippantly ie "by the Lord's butt" and such things.� Don Juan smiles and repeats what the pauper says and hands him the money.� A moment later a look of understanding crosses the pauper's face followed by utter devastation.� He realizes that depending on who he was talking to that could have been blasphemous.� To him, he knew it to mean that to keep God's love, he would not do such a thing, but to Don Juan, "for the love of God" means nothing, he doesn't believe in God, he hears it only as an echo of all the phrases that were used earlier.� Don Juan leaves quite pleased with himself, but Sganarelle stays behind with the pauper.� Finally the pauper carefully hands back the money that could have been the difference between life and death, and hobbles away broken inside with such an air of devastation that the audience is almost brought to tears. | |||||||||||||
| The more I think on that play, the more I am caused to think about myself and question the way I speak an act. | |||||||||||||
| Okay getting off my soap box now ::::absently wonders how and when I got up on such a high soap box::::::� I'm trying to think about what else is going on in my life that I could share with ya'll but then I look at the length of this, my first entry, and I wonder if that is not enough for now.� I will go with that it is, and take my leave of you now. | |||||||||||||
| God Bless, | |||||||||||||
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