“There we were - demented children
mincing about in clothes that no one
ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke,
swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets,
killing each other with wooden swords,
hollow protestations of faith hurled after
empty promises of vengeance -
and every gesture, every pose,
vanishing into the thin unpopulated air.
We ransomed our dignity to the clouds,
and the uncomprehending birds listened.
Don’t you see?!
We’re actors - we’re the opposite of people!”
Tom Stoppard
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
