"It burns, doesn't it, in the skin, hurts to be touched? Grief is a thing of the flesh, so is loss, so is defeat"
If not for the story, than for the language. Armitage's writing spans time. He writes with such beautiful (and sometimes quirky) imagery. Every word seems carefully chosen and yet, there is such an ease to the language. This is a play, but reads more like a modern-day epic.