

When I finished the first act, and, even, when I finished the second, I was not entirely sure what to think of The Seagull by Anton Chekov.
Having just finished it, I think I love it.
Itapos;s impossibly sad, especially the end, and it being billed as a comedy really makes me scratch my head. �Nonetheless, itapos;s..very realistic as to how people may behave, and while certain characters cringe, and every character does something I consider wrong to some extent, I can understand perfectly the motivation behind their actions.� And, at the end, when I found myself without a favorite character, I realized that life doesnapos;t work that way. �People do bad things, and they have epiphanies, or they fall in love, but that doesnapos;t mean theyapos;ll do nothing but good the rest of their lives.� It was the ending scene, and, by extension, the fourth act, that cemented my love of this play.� Now, I do feel the need to say this is not my favorite play in the world(that honor goes to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Into the Woods, and several different Shakespearian works), however, it is remarkable, and if I ever get a chance to see it on stage, Iapos;ll take it.
Iapos;m not sure yet if Iapos;m going to read Man for All Seasons, or Three Sisters next. �I might go for the former and take a Chekov break, or go for the latter while Iapos;m still in the mindset.
You know what I realized today?��It doesnapos;t bug me when people use Italian stereotypes for humor. �In fact, I find it funny. �Actual derision�I take offense to, naturally, but not humor.� Iapos;m upset at jokes taken at the expense of any other nationality, heritage, or ethnicity, but not my own.� Strange.
Also, I purchased volumes one and two of R.O.D. TV today in good condition from Amazon Marketplace, so that brings my collection 1/7(owning just volume seven), to 3/7. �Four more to go
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