Some days I wish I were classy enough to find comfort in the beautiful words of immortal poets. But for the past ten years, I have found it in a specific scene of a sweet but corny movie. Its about an immortal poet! Does that count for some class? But anyway, it’s always my personal variation on this exchange from the movie, Shakespeare In Love, that drifts into my mind when I find myself back up against the wall.
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
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