PROMETHEUS Have there been women yet? I misremember. EPIMETHEUS Oh, I shouldn’t think so. PROMETHEUS Only I think there’s one now. Just outside. EPIMETHEUS Hang on, how can’t there have been women previously? PROMETHEUS How do you mean? EPIMETHEUS Well, we
The spirit of The Toast lives on! It's like some mad hybrid of Monty Python, P.G. Wodehouse, and Aristophanes.
Good good this reminds me how much I love Wilde's stage directions.
Very Stoppard-esque as well.
Which is to say, absurd and wonderful.
Daniel, I hope you know that this will probably be used as a scene study exercise in a college acting or directing class.
And, of course, thank you for spreading the word!