OK, I probably shouldn’t tell tales out of school, but… the conversation, you understand, started with Mrs. Pearce wondering why Higgins brought back kimonos from his trip abroad. I mean, what use did Higgins have for kimonos? I wondered if they had been gifts from some diplomat that Higgins had taught English pronunciation, but then why would you give a bachelor a kimono? Not a very diplomatic gift. It seemed likelier that the gift had been a geisha, wearing a kimono, and that Mrs. Pearce had done her in.
Also, the scores of American millionaresses? Dead.
Pickering? Once they get him to sign power of attorney over to them, he’ll be next for the chop.
We were thinking that instead of the second act being all about the tedious human relationships of person to person (and class to class) that Shaw was on about, wouldn’t a madcap thriller be more fun? Doesn’t Freddy really need an axe? We’re thinking two parts Arsenic and Old Lace, one part Sweeney Todd, two parts Little Shop of Horrors with just a dash of Deathtrap. Doesn’t that sound great?
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.