I'm really not sure what happened, but I loved the way it was written. It really is like a painting by Escher. I love the absurdity, the non-linear logic, the way the characters speak -- lifelike and at the same time unlifelike. I guess I'm confused in a good way, I think, or at least in a way I like. It's hard to tell what Churchill wanted to convey, but, I don't know, I'm glad this play exists, that it was written, that I read it.