This is the famous play by Tom Stoppard, which I had always wanted to read. (Read, not watch! I am definitely a reader at heart). Fortunately I didn't know that this is described as an absurdist, exitentialist, tragicomedy or I would never have wanted to read it. Not burdened by these descriptions I was able to read the work and enjoy its comedy, its horror and tragedy, and the gradual unfolding of its plot. You do have to know Hamlet to understand what's happening, but a recent reading isn't necessary. I don't know what inspired Stoppard to write this, but I would agree that the title as spoken in Hamlet has a certain resonance well beyond the apparent baldness of the statement.
Day 238; Book 229
'My “porch ghost”, comes to visit each night': A feral cat comes by every
evening for food, warmth, and a tiny window visit with the indoor cat,
while the hoomans inside hope he’ll one day come in
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This hooman has found themselves emotionally adopted by a nightly visitor
they never asked for but now care about. A feral cat appears each evening,
acce...
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