A bit of Tom Stoppard- ‘The Real Inspector Hound’
Moon; Sometimes I dream of revolution, a bloody coup d’etat’ by the second rank-troupes of actors slaughtered by their understudies, magicians sawn in half by indefatigably smiling glamour girls,cricket teams wiped out by marauding bands of twelfth men -1 dream of champions chopped down by rabbit-punching sparring partners while eternal bridesmaids turn and rape the bridegrooms over the sausage rolls and parliamentary private secretaries plant bombs in the Minister’s Humber-comedians die on provincial stages, robbed of their feeds’ by mutely triumphant stooges-
-and-march-
-an army of assistants and deputies, the seconds-in-command, the runners-up, the right-hand men-storming the palace gates wherein the second son has already mounted the throne having committed regicide with a croquet-mallet.
stand-ins of the world stand up!’-
