All life is theatre, he said. We are all actors, you and I, in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but ourselves.... He laughed gently. Some players would say that is the best kind of theatre there can be.


Chapter 9 The City (p. 139) - The Dark Is Rising (1965-1977) - Silver on the Tree (1977)


All life is theatre, he said. We are all actors, you and I, in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but...

All life is theatre, he said. We are all actors, you and I, in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but...

All life is theatre, he said. We are all actors, you and I, in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but...

All life is theatre, he said. We are all actors, you and I, in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but...