"Frailty, thy name is egg. How like thee I am. For I am -- what I am, and what I am doth be an illusion." Nick Bottom recites his line, the spitting image of angst and internal turmoil as he contemplates the delicacy of life and whether to be or not to be. He is the protagonist in his new play, Omelette, a tale of the ephemerality and cruelty of the world wrapped up in egg and ham. But never fret -- the oeuvre won't devolve into a tragedy dotted with blood and betrayal, murder and menace. It's a...
"Frailty, thy name is egg. How like thee I am. For I am -- what I am, and what I am doth be an illusion." Nick Bottom recites his line, the spitting image of angst and internal turmoil as he contemplates the delicacy of life and whether to be or not to be. He is the protagonist in his new play, Omelette, a tale of the ephemerality and cruelty of the world wrapped up in egg and ham. But never fret -- the oeuvre won't devolve into a tragedy dotted with blood and betrayal, murder and menace. It's a...
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