What fresh hell is this? After 3 days of fighting with, and defeating, some technology, I am emptied and disgusted. The trick to living this life appears to be not to notice it; to pass through the day in a haze of duties and conversation and eating and crapping and driving. If you at any time pause to think of the general situation, the result could be fatal. Perhaps a psychotic break or a popped aorta. More likely, just the slowly forming realization that you’ve been plowing the sea for another 24 hours.
How was the play otherwise, Mrs. Lincoln?