Maybe it shouldn't mean so much, this little confession from Robert to his mother who isn't even listening, but I got choked up. Not because it is over-sentimental; it is not. It is achingly honest, and as Scott Sickles has shown in his plays in this series of Robert and Bertram, these boys are incapable of guile. The honesty of the feelings they have, so often lost, ironically, when maturing comes along, is presented without any attempt to cover it with excuses or deflection. More of this, please.
Maybe it shouldn't mean so much, this little confession from Robert to his mother who isn't even listening, but I got choked up. Not because it is over-sentimental; it is not. It is achingly honest, and as Scott Sickles has shown in his plays in this series of Robert and Bertram, these boys are incapable of guile. The honesty of the feelings they have, so often lost, ironically, when maturing comes along, is presented without any attempt to cover it with excuses or deflection. More of this, please.