The audience for this play has more than doubled, though not with Syracusans. There’s still the same number of them. It’s the Athenians, those prisoners who were never part of our production; they’re huddling forward, careful to keep a safe distance from the Syracusans while getting as close to the stage as they can. I thought that these fellas didn’t give a shit about anything. That they’d reached a point beyond desire, but the withered faces that stare at the stage are rapt.
