Bright snow has transformed downtown Washington into a shimmering version of its quotidian self. The marble buildings looming behind the curtains of flakes are all the more impressive for the sudden levity swirling around their pillars.
I've just given my spiel on Richard III to about 175 people at the Shakespeare Theatre, seated on a stage so crooked that it made me seasick (the play is being intentionally performed off kilter).
A podcast of my remarks and the Q&A will be released by the theatre next week. I'll link to it in case anyone wants to work out while I descant on deformity inside their iPod.