says the magician Prospero, after his son and daughter have witnessed his violent dispersal of theatrical masque he had arranged to celebrate their engagement. He continues, famously,
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud capped towers, the grogeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yes, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And leaqve not a rack behind. We are such stuff
as dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
So it goes in life, and so it goes in the theatre---and in the theatre the ending of revels is almost always followed by a spasm of violence as the scenery is cleared, making way for the next new show. Here is what our theatre looked like 24 hours after our last performance. The remains of a dream.
But no such violence will follow the end of our next show in the Bon Vivant. That's because our next show is set in Grover's Corners, where there are no no cloud capped towers, no gorgeous palaces, no solemn temples, no white woods; not even a patch of green astroturf. In Grover's Corners there is no set at all. BBut it is quite a place all the same. Here is it's address: Grover's Corners, Sutton County, New Hampshire, United States of America, continent of North America, Western Hemisphere, the Earth; the Solar System, the Universe; The Mind of God.