her question is like Schrodinger's box breaking open and the cat that jumps out/lies there (alive/dead) is Brecht grinning his ingratiating shit eating grin unshaven disheveled his beady eyes piercing surfaces penetrating depths staring reality in the eye until reality turns away blushing and stammering. Brecht twisting answers into questions and those questions into more questions until the ingenious disingenuous deceptions that are called human nature are strewn all over the stage and we laugh/gasp because now we understand better (a little better) why it is that people (so many people) weep.
