Mr. Todd

Indeed, there was something foul about Fleet Street in London some years
ago. That story was retold with such a vigour last night.

Ah, the symbolism of a red light cast across the stage. I felt
anticipation for it. There are two sides to this feeling. First, I did
feel. Beyond deducing what was taking place I /felt/ what was taking
place. Second, I could feel the mood of every other person in the
audience--I felt their anticipation.

Amazing.

And smooth as a baby's ass.