Archives for May 26, 2004

“Oh this curse of the theatre–to continue and continue–to improve a little and slip back again, to find the precise formula and not to be able to pin it down–that is our cross, we wretched mummers.”

John Gielgud, letter to Dadie Rylands, Dec. 31, 1944

I’m totally out of order–too sick to do much of anything, even read. All I’ve done for the past couple of days is watch movies: Colorado Territory, Sweet Smell of Success, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The Magnificent Ambersons, The Shop Around the Corner, and the second half of They Live by Night (I watched the first half a week ago, then got sidetracked).

Except for my Friday Wall Street Journal drama column, I’ve canceled or postponed everything on my calendar for the rest of the week. That includes blogging, which will be light to nonexistent for the foreseeable future–in fact, I’m posting Wednesday’s items early on Tuesday evening so that I can sleep as late as possible before dragging myself to the iBook to write my only do-or-die piece for the week.

Send a few benign thoughts my way, O.K.?