January 2023 Bar Bulletin
By Subtle
A funny thing happened, sirrah, yesternight: enwrapped in a new cloak, I headed for the theater re-staging The Devil Is an Ass, that famous city comedy I look’d on in 1616, played by the King’s Men at Blackfriars, whither that old bricklaying, swashbuckling, tattletale pedant Ben Jonson shouted correctives from the pit, sending spittle and halitosis into the startled faces of the players, who, half in the bag on sack, pretended to hear not.
I stood dripping, rain-soaked, awaiting the motorcoach to bump and jostle me into town; with no little ennui, I rubbed impatiently on the screen of my pocket Cecil — ay, I named my mobile device,...