Frazz by Jef Mallett for November 05, 2020

… and you die in the 3rd act, but nobody has told you yet.

Every day of my life…

We’re in a play that we make up as we go along.

Sorry. It’s late and trite is the best I can do right now

“All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts…..”

—William Shakespeare, As You Like It , Act 2, scene 7

Amen, Mr Mallett.

Some people don’t age well psychologically, sometimes it is “getting old”.

Sounds like a good description of the plot of “Lost”

A guy I know says he always seem to be working to keep up with a schedule that everybody knows but him. Frustrating. I can empathize.

See you and raise you, Pirandello, “Six Characters in Search of an Author”

Aren’t you familiar with the concept of Improv?

The trouble with life is that you are halfway through it before you realize it’s a “do it yourself” proposition.

The essence of the difference between science and art – science creates the narrative from play, art creates the narrative in spite of the play.

I often have the feeling everybody is adlibbing their lines. And indeed, certain circumstances are getting VERY old.

Did you learn your lines today?

Well, there is no rehearsal.

The tickets have all been sold

For tomorrow’s matinee.

There’s a telegram from the writer,

But there is no rehearsal.

- I. Anderson