Yesterday, my parents came into town, and swooped me away from my little family, so that I could spend one. entire. day. drenched in the most spectacular theatre that any of us has seen in many, many years.
Right now, at the Princess of Wales Theatre in Toronto, the Chichester Festival Production of "The Life and Times of Nicholas Nickleby" is playing... And if any of you have an afternoon and an evening when you could go and sit through all six-and-a-half glorious hours of this play, I assure you, it will be something that you will remember for the rest of your lives.
My bum may still be completely numb from all that sitting, but my heart is full with the memory of a splendid production, and a wonderful day.
The form moved, rose, advanced, and dropped upon its knees at his feet. It was Smike indeed.
'Why do you kneel to me?' said Nicholas, hastily raising him.
'To go with you--anywhere--everywhere--to the world's end--to the church yard grave,' replied Smike, clinging to his hand. 'Let me, oh do let me. You are my home--my kind friend--take me with you, pray.'
--Nicholas Nickleby, Chapter 13
by Charles Dickens
Thanks, mum and dad... for taking me with you.