My Dear Trudy,

You-Know-Who and I have just gotten back from Endgame. That is how I feel at the moment - this game is approaching its end. Beckett was definitely the wrong thing to see this evening. Y-K-W is in the foulest of moods, and Beckett's brilliant exegesis on the painful last gasps of a virtually moribund world was no salve to the souls of two extraordinarily depressed people. I must tell all.

Well, Mr. Beckett first.

The play is more acutely pertinent and electrifying every year. In this amazing production, directed by David Esbjornson, and starring the irreplaceable Kathleen Chalfont and the stupendous Alan Mason, the bleakness, the blackness, the dread humor of a dramatist observing a grim world is brought to terrifying life! Or is it death? Each moment frightened. Each beat provoked a range of emotions - from hilarity to despair....

What else ... ahh, perhaps not just yet