“Dirtier!” hollers the stage manager. “You’re all too nice, too clean! You don’t have much more in life than the rags on your back, and that’s how you have to be.
“And when the Professor throws those coins on the floor, scramble! If you get one, you eat tonight!”
The actors hurry away to put smudges on their faces, tears in their jackets.
In the dressing room, the talk is about the steady contraction of wages and jobs, the increasingly necessary things that are being done without …
– O Ceallaigh
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