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| Taken by Molly Margulies |
At this moment, if I recall correctly, I'm delivering my first real speech -- a short one, and a bit of a tirade. I'm both musing to myself and haranguing Jonathan Jacobs's Cadmus about what dancing and drinking to Dionysus really means -- namely, that ceremony isn't about institution but rather about the meaning that you make within the moment. Now that I think about it, I don't know if Tiresias makes this comment out of a kind of innocence, or with the clear understanding that, following a moment of meaning, there's always fallout, a hangover. But since this is a play about Dionysus, the god of hangovers -- what's more, since Tiresias is well-acquainted with royally fucking up and suffering for it -- it may be safe to say that Tiresias knows well enough what he's talking about.
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