That's Hitler, isn't it?

A drama so powerful, we regressed one poor unfortunate lady back to the horror of the 1940s and confronted her with the greatest bogeyman ever known. Ha! And this from the very woman who just a while before was telling me that all was a farce in the Arturo Ui front. Can she be blind? Could she not see?

You see? Even I'm reduced to quoting this damn thing now. I was STILL Hooked from mid-way through the first half (once the opening nerves had been eased off by your brilliant performances) and watched approvingly when my Dad's friend (known in the family as Uncle Steve and not renowned for his love of the theatre, but for a deep knowledge of all things WWII) nodded appreciatively when the lights came down on the final rally scene; if we can make Uncle Steve nod, we're doing exceptionally well.

Now it only remains to push that bar even higher over the next three nights. I know you can do it; a taste of Morocco awaits.