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once or twice in the life of young general sir francis drake he was astounded to discover a green rabbit on board of his ship. Green because it has been drinking all night out of the barrel in which Lord Montgomery has been drowned according to his own will. Filled with pure pleasurebearing exotic wines. A nice way to be killed! Rather than being beheaded with a drunken short sighted idiot who needs three to six strokes until you are granted your poor relief. Then to make things worse he takes your head waving it to the gathered crowd of spectators not knowing that all of your life you´ve been wearing a whig. You, or rather the former top of yours, falls down and the crowd bursts out laughing. One of the most embarassing situations of my life was when i entered a stage pretending (as actors always do) to be a medieval follower of Louis XIV the sun shinning and the streets in front of the huge stage filled with excited people. So I entered, reached the energy center of the stage and took my first pirouettes, when suddenly my white coloured whig due to the rotation was on its way into the audience - leaving me overwhelmed, bare-headed and in total confusion. Angels and Devils were fighting on left and right brain-sides to either convince me of vaporizing immediately or joining the laughter as everybody else did. but what a dilemma - acting is serious and there´s no way escaping it. Impossible to eaven question the holiness of a play - so I continued suffering like I had never suffered before and by anyone who is interested never will suffer again. PLEASE!
Thank you, good night!