The attempt and not the deed, Confounds us

The actors brought the wineglasses to their lips and drank. They tilted their heads to listen to empty words whispered. It all went slow motion. Suspicion dripped like the wax of Madame Tussauds' models faces held to a flame, melting into anger, accusations and violence. A mob of silent masked theatre-goers in the gymnasium-as-pine-forest watched… Continue reading The attempt and not the deed, Confounds us