Trippingly prancing upon the stage boards glancing about for the lost Elinor stealing the scene as I spread forth my wings grieving for lines, more lines to feed to her so that our acting will not be for naught peevish my speech can be at times I know but without a cue from the script I lose and she steps upon my brief monologue taking center stage and all of the bows I retreat to the wings and pass back stage awaiting he...