Elfred the Dancer.
Red and orange scarves and an atmosphere of all of history
at the same time.
I should say about stage directions.
I had a stage direction in the early play of mine, The Earth
Splits in Two Like an Orange.
And the artist Red Grooms was doing the sets.
And I said, Red, I'm sorry about this.
He said, oh Kenneth, that's from--
Oh, Kenneth, that's no problem at all.
Red thought that was an easy one.
Anyway.
This is called Elfred the Dancer.
Elfred: when maids become historians,
and summer skies change to violent thunder,
rattling scarves or plates, then Macedon at last yields
to Greek influence, and conquers while being conquered.
Alexander did this.
The story is told by his maid.
Alexander had no maid.
I am Elfred the dancer.