I remembered each poem so intimately, so clearly, it was as if the play had etched itself into my heart and my brain ten years earlier; as if I had never put the script down since first touching it.
There are hundreds of human reactions to being devastated, enraged, and overstimulated. I’d love to be surprised by one of them rather than greeted by familiar waterworks.
I couldn’t just put on a moustache and hope for the best. I was having my professional Shakespeare debut as the Dauphin of France at the fucking Stratford Festival of Canada.