OH COWARD!
No taint of reality sullies Noël Coward. In his plays and musicals, no man toils, no woman spins and no child is seen, let alone heard. There are no families, only menages of bright, brittle and bizarre people for whom life is one long marvelous party. His is a hermetic world sealed against headlines, problems and pain, and most of all against boredom, which to Coward is the eighth deadly sin.
The stage is the only Eden that Coward knows about or cares about, and for half a century he has communicated his...
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