Directly: a great play adds verbs to the confidence man, not yet youth, over-filled with humus, perhaps ready to grow into someone else's shoes. Are we definitions or are we dancing? I am. For emphasis. And tell me, could an eponymous hit job take the air out of a room that has yet to be built? The self is most conscious on too few hours sleep. A certain turpitude sets in when wakefulness becomes malevolence and cries out: an angry god is the only deity who could be true.