Let’s just celebrate getting through that damn play and getting back to the book.

I’d like to imagine that Sam Sheppard on his quiet days off from being a hero has slowly been whittling down Joyce’s play to something more manageable. I can picture him with a pair of scissors and a glass of whiskey on the table as he cuts out the word ‘Stephen’, ‘punched’, and ‘drunken’, pastes them into his journal and drinks.