I've lately felt myself going mad. The theatre takes me to so different places every night that could it induce a sense of displacement and schizophrenia, not to mention occasional bouts of paranoia; but in the last month or so it has repeatedly taken me to the same place: the inside of a mental institution. That's been the case for the madhouse capers, in every sense, of Joe Orton in What the Butler Saw, now at the …
SOURCE: The Stage at 01:39AM on June 20, 2012