| The Auditorium….. |
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It is chaos in the Auditorium. Dust sheets over the plush velour seating, excavations, machinery, archaeologists, squabbling quantum physicists.....and a huge stinking hoofed leg is being hoisted up to the surface. |
We eavesdrop on some big argey-bargey between Paul Spero, who turns out to be Prospero, and Titania and Oberon – who have been holed up in the tunnels below ever since Prospero drowned his Booke of Spells 400 years ago........ |
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….and so into The CUBE… |
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| Finally, inside the custom-built CUBE The Brittonioni Bros find their way up from the worm-holes below..... | |||||||||||||
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They describe their ordeal....how they lost their Italian trousers and were given Elizabethan replacements by a bunch of Capulets in the teeming corridors deep down belooooow.... |
Chrissy conducts The Lotus Pedals Orchestra and the Rough Magyck Documentary begins. Their thesis: with Descartes and the Enlightenment came the Death of Faerie; the Mechanistic Universe versus the Animistic World. The Faeries are now no more than soppy sugar-plums and adornments on detergent bottles...... |
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Chrissy finds Prospero’s Booke. All Hell is let loose.....eek and oo-er…. |
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