Et in Arcadia ego

We left the safety of the North and crossed the Mason Dixon Line, Went to Hyde Park today to see David Auburn's "Proof".  It was especially poignant as the play is actually set in Hyde Park, on Ellis Avenue.  I love Court Theater, it's intimate enough to see every facial nuance on stage, yet big enough for the actors' spit not to reach the first row.

The acting was stellar; we are in the legendary theater town, after all, and we never get less than the best, but I was stirred and moved far more than the acting warranted because the plot line of a brilliant father's passing is still too raw for me to watch dispassionately.

However, after applauding wildly, and after wiping off the tears, I did turn to Husband Dearest and cocked my head just so, only to hear him say out loud what I was thinking:

- Are we back in Stoppard's "Arcadia", with a twist?