poor dear oliver twist had his latest début last night. irresistible. in the first day of the newest spring, a play which was almost murdered before it was even born, enchanted the première audience. so the constructive force triumphed over the destructive, director's vast energy saved the day, the disgraceful infection of disbelief and misery that poisoned the actors was cured by admiration in the eyes and hugs of visitors and i wore a tutu, in praise of wonderfully luxurious life we're all so madly lucky to have chosen, but which we too often forget and slip into josef k.'s shoes...