GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
Grim Chip - What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Well Versed is edited by Jody Porter
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Grim Chip
The atmosphere is thick and heavy, humid,
Saturated, sick with syrupy sycophancy,
Obsequious drops fall heavy from the heavens
Into the gutter, down the drain.
The thunder rolls, the guns salute,
Their lordships and their graces
Put on heirs apparent.
I can’t stand the reign.
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