Thanks, Julie. I have learned much. Perhaps I was disadvantaged by only seeing what seems to have been a very small piece of a much longer show.
I have heard Tutti Frutti but haven't read, heard or seen Love Story. I didn't recognise Rita Moreno, though I loved her performance in WSS, and didn't know any of the others.
I suppose I must thank some higher kindness that I was not taught classics by anyone so obnoxious as Mr. Segal, and although I know that much of Euripides's work has been lost, I have never heard the specific title "Oedipus Rex" (or "Tyrannus") attributed to any other than Sophocles, so why was Mr. S bringing it so forcefully into the argument, unless perhaps he was setting his adversary up for a climactic humiliation? If I had known about Barbra Streisand's nose, though, I might have felt less sympathy for the fellow.
And Sarah-Jane, bless you for sharing that; it is indeed an accolade worth treasuring. I, for one, am very glad that you were not drowned. This must prove that you are not a duffer (see A. Ransome, Swallows and Amazons.)
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