No More Psych-Outs

We did an informal reading tonight to look at cuts: The line I worked while on the train is cut. "So much uncurbable her garboils, Caesar..." The line that put the fire under me, since it seemed impossible to memorize. Giving me nightmares...

I felt after the reading that this was not a part I was born to play - but rather that it was a part I've come to know because of all my failures, onstage and off. This play turns failure into a glory. It really does.

The above by the way is a toppled pyramid. I didn't think it could ever happen, and some suggest that Shakespeare got the term mixed up with obelisk.