Maximus’ cure
Dear Maximus, I write to you 9 days before the fruits of all our many months of labour burst into flower. All our preparation and rehearsing will be harvested before an audience in the great amphitheatre. I look forward to our performance, but I am plagued by one malicious spirit: an omnipresent fiddling upon my ears; a singer in my inward eye; a tiny orchestra in my head! Walking to class today I could not shake the music from my brain. The opening strains of the most violent scene played over and over in my mind, as if some small… Read More »Maximus’ cure