We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. The barns are stormed, the windows kept, and only one of all the rest to dance and save us with the divine mockery of words. Music inflames temperament. When the true king’s murderers are allowed to roam free, a thousand magicians arise in the land.
Where are the feasts we were promised?