Actors whelm over yonder plain, by the curve near the entrance. “Oh ye yon dol pon ee kero watts!” “Mar per lou…” and such that one does not hear for they are so far. Over yonder.
Barbarians! Barking mad with their desire to be seen. And heard. They will stop at nothing! There is no low to which they won’t stoop, no law they will not loop. To have you pay attention. To them. Crude and barbarian.
That one should demand attention without craft or finesse! Absolutely revolting. To have another desist from satiating his own desire and learning his true self, to attend to your idiotic whims.