Arsenic and Old Lace

by Joseph Kesselring

It is the story of two delightful, elderly Brooklyn sisters whose acts of kindness include the poisoning of lonely old men who answer their ad for a room to rent. With a clear conscience, they congratulate themselves on having saved yet another soul from loneliness by dispatching them to their heavenly destiny. Their nephew Mortimer, a theatre critic, has fallen in love with the girl who lives next door to his aunts, Elaine Harper, and has taken to visiting frequently. The drama takes place when Mortimer discovers the extent of his aunts' charity work, and in a frantic effort to contain the situation, endeavours to have his brother Teddy, who is quite openly mad, held responsible and committed to Happy Dale Sanitorium. Life is never that straightforward, however, and it is on this very eve that the psychopathic, long lost brother Jonathan reappears looking for shelter in the home of his aunts. He brings with him his accomplice Dr Einstein and some baggage of his own he needs to dispose of in a hurry...

Above description of the play from ASN website. This one was really nice, from start to finish it was really lovely. Specially liked the people who played Mortimer and the Aunts. They were great. The play was about 2.5 hours but it was really funny and smart, so it did not feel all that long at all. Also the actors overall did the accents pretty well as the story is in Brooklyn. Nice little black comedy. Love it.

All Is None, None Is All

There is nothing. More there is none. But then again, more there is. More of everything, everything which is nothing. All things are nothing. And nothing is everything. The man is gone, there is no man. The man is all. None is all. All is none. All is the man. Darkness is gone. Light is absent. Where is the dark? Where is the light? Seeing all dark and feeling all light. All is dark. All is light. All there is, is light and dark. Where is the hot? Where is the cold? There is no warmth, there is no chill. Heat pulls into grasp and cold seeps in in equal measure. No heat no frost, constant relativity of what is. What is not. What would be. What would not be. The man is gone. What to do now? What to not do? Nothing to do but everything else. For the man is gone. Was there the tiny man to begin with? Yes, because you know him. The man is nothing and the man is everything. And so this is truth, and  this is lie. He is thesis, he is antithesis. Tiny man. Giant man. I am the man, he is the man, you are the man, they are the man.  All are no man.

Mister B. Gone

by Clive Barker

Just finished this book just now. Took me about 6 hours to finish. It is as a very good story and a very interesting idea.

Firstly it is a book. And what is important is that it is a book. There is a demon trapped in this book. If you open it, you will find Mister B. the demon, He will ask you to burn this book and read no further. If you read on it is at your own peril.

What he treats you to is the story of his life and how he ended up being trapped in this book. But be warned, this book is all things evil and by its end you may be as corrupted as Mister B. Mister B. has a very interesting story to tell. If you would like to wager your life, do read it...