Watching Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (in a superb production by the Jungle Theater) I begin to understand why gladiators were so popular in Ancient Rome.
The visceral spectacle of two people tearing at each other, no hope of escape. The pettiness of victory in the sport of pain.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find that bourbon.
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