"Fucked by a dahlia!" Bernard yells in scene seven of this play, having just been ridiculed by learning that Ezra Chater was not killed by Lord Byron in a duel, but rather journeyed to Martinique in 1810, described a dwarf dahlia, and died there from a monkey bite.
"Fucked by a dahlia!" Bernard yells in scene seven of this play, having just been ridiculed by learning that Ezra Chater was not killed by Lord Byron in a duel, but rather journeyed to Martinique in 1810, described a dwarf dahlia, and died there from a monkey bite. The play moves between April 1809 and the modern day, and a table onstage accumulates an inventory of objects from both periods. FTP, name this 1993 play by Tom Stoppard.
"Fucked by a dahlia!" Bernard yells in scene seven of this play, having just been ridiculed by learning that Ezra Chater was not killed by Lord Byron in a duel, but rather journeyed to Martinique in 1810, described a dwarf dahlia, and died there from a monkey bite.
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