The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself…
Take care and keep laughing!
- Ruth Wilson to lead Eugene O’Neill season in east London (theguardian.com)
- “I Wrote a Sonnet to Her Eyes,” – Eugene O’Neill, “Sentimental Stuff” poem (ileneonwords.com)
- Eugene O’Neill on THE ICEMAN COMETH | Quotidian Theatre Company (quotidiantheatre.wordpress.com)
- Long Day’s Journey Into Night – review (theguardian.com)