Tag: Anton Chekhov

I Don’t Think I Have a Niche

You have heard of obsessions, when a man is haunted day and night, say, by the idea of the moon or something? Well, I’ve got my moon. Day and night I am obsessed by the same persistent thought; I must write, I must write, I must write. . . . No sooner have I finished …

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Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Any idiot can face a crisis, it’s day to day living that wears you out. – Russian physician, playwright and author Anton Chekhov was born on this day in 1860 (died 1904) I recently saw Stupid F**king Bird at Quill Theatre, a modern adaptation of Chekhov’s The Seagull which I have neither seen nor read since college. …

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