| THE SHOW MUST GO ON |
I love the theatre and everybody connected with it.
from actor to stagehand. I believe however that this business of "the show must go on" has been overdone a bit as it concerns the acting profession. Not that I doubt the truth behind this tradition. I know very well that performers have faced their audiences with deep sorrow in their hearts; with news of some terrible personal disastel, and as in pagliacci the clown bravely goes on with the show: "Laugh with the sorrow that's breaking your heart." I rise up to applaud. But I do not applaud actors alone. I applaud people. All people. Life itself. Everybody goes out on the "stage" with sorrow in his heart. For everybody, the show must go on.
How many workingmen have come home from the cemetery where they had just buried a child and sat right down at their workbenches, machines, and lathes? How many house-wives pitch in to get the children ready for school, do the marketing and household chores, with breaking backs, migraine headaches, and perhaps a personal sorrow, too? THE SHOW MUST GO ON. Not only for actors, but for all of us. We dare not stop "the show" for a single moment.
A few days after my mother died I was behind the counter of my brother's hotel and a guest bawled me out because his laundry hadn't come back on time. For a fleeting moment I had foolishly expected the world to stand still and pay homage to my mother. I checked my mounting anger in the nick of time. "Of course," I said, "this man is blameless. He's interested in his laundry- he's interested in now, in living, in life."
I am indebted to Dr. Frank Kingdon for my interest in the poetry of Sir Rabindranath Tagore. The great Hindu poet tells us a story in exquisite poetry. His servant did not come in on time. Like so many philosophers and poets. Tagore was helpless when it came to the less important things in life: his personal wants, his clothes, his breakfast, and tidying up the place. An hour went by and Tagore was getting madder by the minute. He thought of all sorts of punishments for the man. Three housr later Tagore no longer thought of pumshment. He'd discharge the man without any further ado, get rid of him, turn him out.
Finally the man showed up. It was midday. Without a word the servant proceeded with his duties as though nothing had happened. He picked up his master's clothes, set to making breakfast, and started cleaning up. Tagore watched this performance with mounting rage.
Finally he said it: "Drop everything, and get out."
The man, however, continued sweeping, and after another few moments, with quiet dignity he said: "My little girl died last night."
The show must go on.
아래의 수다를 늘어놓은 후 생각나서 찾았다 이 글.
구글링을 show must go on 이랑 교양영어 두개의 키워드로 했더니
연대생들 많이 나오네, 왠지 반갑다 후후
그냥 그 곳에서의 4년간의 생활, 그리고 show must go on을 함께 했다는 사실만으로
뭔가 공유할 게 있다는 걸 생각하면 뭔가 훈훈한 느낌.