We went to see a wonderful play last night: a farce by Ray Cooney. Our local college put it on. I believe I stopped the show at least twice with my laughter.
I love farces — comedy for comedy’s sake, with nothing to get in the way of the entertainment. I love art that’s full of messages and morals and meaning, but I think it would be sad if all art were that way. Sometimes the whole substance of art really should be nothing more than the enjoyment of experiencing it.
Thank you, Mr. Cooney, for enriching my life.