A compelling case of logorrhea
He will remain mute of all subjects
Until you show him a show
Then he suddenly cannot stop talking
He will explain every detail
Make sure you’ve missed nothing
Will place the whole thing in its theatrical framework
Or its artistic movement.
No plot point left unturned
No character left unanalyzed
No prop left unsymbolized
No metaphor left unpacked.
He is a prologue machine
And will discourse on anything
So long as it’s a show.