Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
You there. Yes, you. Hello. I was just passing by and I happened to notice something about your appetite.
I apologize, of course; in most circumstances it is decidedly uncouth to approach others and make observations about their appetite, but in your case I could not help but notice and it would have been insincerity itself not to make mention of it.
Your appetite seems unwhetted today, friend. Most direly unwhetted.
Please allow me to do you the courtesy of whetting your appetite.
For what? you might ask. For surely an appetite to be whetted must have an object of whetting towards which the appetite is being whetted.
Allow me to whet your appetite for New Leaf Theatre’s upcoming production of The Man Who Was Thursday, with the following special preview features.
(Oh, did I fail to mention that this was all prelude to sales pitch? Nefarious, aren’t I. Refrigerator salesman to the Eskimos, that’s me.)
Please engage your brain with this deeply considered and expertly crafted dramaturgical article about the perils of adapting Chesterton.
Follow that with this exciting and mysterious trailer:Is your appetite whetted? I do hope so. It seems whetted. Certainly the quantity of whet to be found in your appetite is of a much healthier proportion than it was just a few short minutes ago.
My work is done here. Good day.