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Nothing In Theatre Has Any Meaning Before Or After. Meaning Is Now.

I Am Ready To Disclaim My Opinion, Even Of Yesterday, Even Of 10 Minutes Ago, Because All Opinions Are Relative. One Lives In A Field Of Influences, One Is Influenced By Everyone One Meets, Everything Is An Exchange Of Influences, All Opinions Are Derivative. Once You Deal A New Deck Of Cards, You've Got A New Deck Of Cards.

Theatres, Actors, Critics And Public Are Interlocked In A Machine That Creaks But Never Stops. There Is Always A New Season In Hand And We Are To Busy To Ask The Only Vital Question Which Measures The Whole Structure. Why Theatre At All? What For? Is It An Anachronism, A Superannuated Oddity? Surviving Like An Old Monument Or A Quaint Custom? Why Do We Applaud And What? Has The Stage A Real Place In Our Lives? What Function Can It Have? What Could It Serve? What Could It Explore? What Are Its Special Properties?

Shakespeare Doesn't Belong To The Past. If His Material Is Valid, It Is Valid Now. It's Like Coal. The Only Meaningfulness Of A Piece Of Coal Starts And Finishes With Its Combustion, Giving Us Light And Heat. And That To Me Is Shakespeare.

The Purpose Of Theatre Is... Making An Event In Which A Group Of Fragments Are Sudde Nly Brought Together... In A Community Which, By The Natural Laws That Make Every Community, Gradually Breaks Up... At Certain Moments This Fragmented World Comes Together And For A Certain Time It Can Rediscover The Marvel Of Organic Life ... The Marvel Of Being One.