The great thing about actors is that they don't have their own lines. They're like those intricate toy monkeys dressed in embroidered waistcoats with conical hats. You wind them up and away they go, marching about, causing a right raucous with those tiny brass cymbals. They hide behind the clanging. A convenience is that it provides the spectators with a nook to creep into, slip right into the noise and know that nobody will notice.
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