Director’s Notes

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honors out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man.

And round that early-laureled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

from A. E. Houseman's "To an Athlete Dying Young"

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. from John Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

Thank you for coming and thank you to this fine cast, to the very supportive design crew and to Wendy and Joanna. Enjoy the show.

Al