Alistair Beaton's new translation of Brecht's parable restores the frequently cut prologue, in which a harassed government official attempts to persuade a group of farmers to see the benefits of collectivisation, and is told that he will have to watch a play first.

It was Super Bowl 44 Sunday. Snowmageddon was upon us like “The Day After Tomorrow.”

the flittings of birds

[…] I suppose tomorrow we must call on that very dameish woman, Mrs Warburton, with Miss Talbot?