If there ever was a writer who made me despair of my skills... Tom Stoppard was such a joyous revelation. Not solemn, not pompous, light and deadly, and deadly funny, effortless. He reminds me of Austen in a strange way, the same kind of steely glittering there. Arcadia at the Gate Theatre in Dublin, all that brilliance hiding a tragedy, a deep serious loss. Being engaged on all levels, intellectual, emotional, historical. One of the wonders of the modern world.
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