WORLD WAR I:Â THE PITY, THE POETRY   A tin whistle, a distant seagull, a ship hooting beyond grimy tenement windows. Indoors Sylvester and Simon bicker and cringe as a tight-lipped virago berates them about hellfire ("Ah, I don't like … Continue reading →
SOURCE: theatrecat.com at 06:59PM on April 23, 2014